Overheard during the game
Plaxico? Seriously?
Plaxico Burress.
Mmm. Yeah.
Plaxico…were they going for Plexiglas? PepsiCo?
…(audible sigh)…
Plaxico…one has to wonder what his mother was thinking.
Not a woman; this is clearly a man’s doing.
Today’s Shuffle:
“Remedy” by Seether
“Let It Rain” by Jason Michael Carroll
“Headlock” by Imogen Heap
“One Step at a Time” by George Strait
Labels: family, observation, random
Whip it out
Yesterday afternoon I was standing in a line at the customer service counter in a local car dealership. Earlier in the day I had dropped off The Boy’s pickup to have a crack in the windshield fixed and had now returned to pick it up – but I had to get the keys from the service counter before I could get on with the rest of my day. In front of me was a Tall Drink of Water wearing Wranglers, a beat up cowboy hat, and shitty cowboy boots. He was sporting a mustache that looked as if in a day or two it could file papers for citizenship.
When the lady behind the counter could not help him right away, having dispatched another worker to fetch something from the shop for the mustachioed gentleman, it was my turn.
“I’m here to pick up the keys for the black F250 Diesel parked right there,” I said, gesturing in the general direction of The Boy’s truck parked in front of the dealership among a field of Ford Fusions and other economy vehicles. The Boy’s truck looked like a tricked out Armored Personnel Carrier parked in a field of grass and wildflowers.
“That ‘little one’ right there?” the mustachioed gentleman drawled, nearly sneering.
“Ha!” I laughed instinctively, as I thought he was being sarcastic. The Boy’s truck is a crew cab, should require a special license classification in order to drive it (like a CDL or something) and rivals a train car in length. “Haha! Yeah, that ‘little one’ parked right there,” and I smiled sweetly into his sneer.
“Well, honey, it is a ‘little one’ compared to mine.”
I stared at him and let the smile fall from my face. Had I been a man, I think that comment would have been the equivalent of yelling “Gentlemen, unzip your flys!” and the pissing contest would have started. As I am not a man, I collected the keys from the lady behind the counter, looked him directly in the eyes again while I held down the remote-start button on the key fob. When the Diesel roared to life, the engine and exhaust system so loud it could be heard from where we stood inside the dealership, I let my mouth smile again – more like, I showed him my teeth – and walked away.
For once I didn’t let my mouth write checks my body couldn’t cash. The mustache must have thrown me off my game.
Today’s Shuffle:
“My Stupid Mouth” by John Mayer
“Sealegs” by The Shins
“Arlington” by Trace Adkins
“The Whiskey Ain’t Workin’” by Travis Tritt
“Open Your Eyes” by Snow Patrol
“Don’t Let Me Get Me” by Pink
“Wow” by Snow Patrol
“The Year that Clayton Delaney Died” by Tom T. Hall
“Running Away” by Hoobastank
Labels: cars, odd
