I've only had a chance to jot down a few random notes over the past few weeks. Sorry. And some nice all-American shots from today's Independence Day Parade. Happy 4th!
The Mail Room
One day at my job, I was filling in for someone in the mail room. As the workers sort the incoming mail, they have a chance to exchange ideas and gossip. Fake names throughout.
Leona: "I hate it when I'm dreaming about shopping - I can never find anything."
|Judge Konkel - I always enjoyed riding with him |
in past parades, playing "God Bless America"
on my accordion.
Most of the people in the mail room have children. The general consensus of movies was focused on between Transformers and The Avengers, movies patterned after superhero sagas and comic-book franchises from the 1950s, reworked by Baby Boomers. I've been pretty quiet, since I don't really watch that many of that sort of fantasy/action movie. So, Leona asks me: "What kind of movies do Old people watch, Gary? Westerns?" Ya! old people.
Yvonne: "If you have a sexy dream about an ex-boyfriend, should you tell your current boyfriend? If you tell him, he gets all jealous and riled up, and for what? It was a dream. But if you don't tell him, I feel funny about that too, you know, not being totally honest with him."
My neighbor was walking her dog the other night. She took little Muffy on his customary constitutional route, and encountered a police barricade. There was some domestic dispute or another that the police were working on, and they wouldn't let her through. Despairingly, she pleaded "But Muffy can only poop in Bay View!"
and for all you vegetarians... our Rutabaga of the Week
After such a week, a man follows me into the Piggly Wiggly. "Are you the brown mini-van guy who just came in here?" Well, yeah. He told me that I was wrong to be driving in the right-turn lane. I believed that the right-turn lane was where I belonged, since I was turning right. Apparently this gentleman did not believe that. Is he going to hit me or what? Watch it, he's starting to stammer and drool. Something that seems a good idea behind the wheel, now begins to pale in the light of reality. And I'm beginning to figure out who this guy is. He was the one from the corner, the one trying to turn left, crossing six lanes of traffic to get into the right turn lane, and everybody else better get out of his way. Well, the law states that than turning onto another road requires that you turn into the closest encountered lane, and then signal lane changes until you arrive at the lane you want to be in. So, it's him that's wrong, not me. But one thing I've learned is that you can't discuss legal fine points with a rutabaga, so I didn't enter into such a discussion. He turned around abruptly and walked away. All done. Ya can't fix stupid.
Have a Safe and Happy Independence Weekend, everybody!