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Couldn't get a flight reservation out of South Bend last time I
visited Mother and Daddy in Arizona, so I took the long bus ride to
O'Hare. Since, as usual, I'd put off everything until the last minute,
by the time I made it into my seat on the bus, I was ready to sleep.
And did. Didn't wake until somewhere in the Chicago area. Trying to
blink myself awake, I found I was looking directly into someone's
eyes. Ernie the elf's. It took a minute to shake off the slightly
surreal feeling and realize the bus was beside a Keebler tractor-trailer. After waking with Ernie, I blush when I hear his name now.
I'm extremely pacifistic, but there's something that makes me understand road rage: people who don't seem to understand the left lane is a "passing" lane. This does not mean that in the next half hour to 45 minutes you'll eventually inch past the car in the lane beside you. This means you get out there, get the job done, and get the hell back into the right-hand lanes. A little clue for those who seem to have no concept of time: if you've been in the left lane long enough the glare of the person two inches behind your back bumper is blistering the paint on your car, you've probably been out there too long. I wonder if weather is factored into the criteria for a building to qualify as a skyscraper. On those foggy mornings, when the sky is hanging low, would a two-story house be considered a skyscraper? I don't know whether I should share this information or not: two of the best manwatching spots in Elkhart--that is, without finding a construction site. Martin's Super Market on Jackson Street between 7:00-9:00 on Saturday mornings and Charlie's Butcher Block on weekdays at lunchtime (not to mention the fantastic sandwiches). Now I just need to devise a subtle way to trip men. ::blinking:: Did I just use the words "I" and "subtle" in the same sentence? How amusing. But back to that construction site idea. Hmmm. Summer is near. A lawn chair, a cooler, sunglasses. This could work. Inexpensive entertainment. Have you ever been taken by surprise by how thirsty you were? Like you didn't really realize the extent of your thirst until you were quenching it. And then...the glass would have had to been ripped from your grasp to get it away from you. And you drank, and drank, and drank. So intense was the need, breathing was something that just had to wait. Excuse me for a moment. I need a drink of water. |
