Year: 2002

Smokers Part II

Every evening, well almost every evening, my wife and I take a walk around the block. It is close to a mile so we get a little exercise out of it, but more importantly, she likes it because it is hand-holding quality time. We seemed to have timed it wrong, because while usually traffic is very light, tonight it was relatively busy. Not long after they passed us, the driver of a SUV tossed out his cigarette butt, leaving behind a shower of sparks. It wasn’t that close, but people do it all the time – without thinking or looking so it seems. I have yet to be hit by a flying butt, but it seems only a matter of time, what with the walking, bicycle riding and driving a convertible…

At a stoplight, whenever I see someone drop their cigarette butt out of their window, I want to go over, pick it up and hand it back to the smoker and say, “You dropped this.”

Yikes!

Made a bagel run early this morning. Well, I think 9:00 PM is early on a weekend. The sun was out and it was somewhere in the 40’s, so before I backed out of the garage I put the top down. Really pleasant drive, didn’t even need the heater. As I slowly turned into my neighborhood on the return trip I startled a couple of birds in the magnolia tree in the median. Well, I think 30MPH is slow for a 90 degree turn. The second one misjudged my approach so that he ended up sort of scrambling up the windshield, I heard his feet scratching the glass. The blow was glancing enough that I don’t think I killed him. At least I wasn’t showered in feathers or anything. I know I scared the shit out of him, because he left that on the window.

Started Up, now Down.

You’ve Got Mail

Made the run to Evans, GA to check the Miata Club’s P.O. Box. I has been nearly 2 months, but we never get any mail unless it is renewal time anyway. There were 5 pieces of mail, a credit card come-on, a flyer from a grocery store, a returned newsletter, a group buy offer on windstops from Serious Auto and a Christmas card for the P.O. Box just to the left of us. Almost put the top up when we started as the temps were in the upper 40’s. My wife said, “That’s what heaters are for.” So instead I put the boot on. When we got back from the drive it was after lunch and it was nearing 70 degrees, so I put the top up. I wanted to wash and wax the car.

Starting yesterday, I think I will list the status and the changes to that status of the top here in the last line. Might be fun to go back and count ’em up for a week, month, year…

Started down, now Up.

Where’s the receipt? Part III

Donna and I went on a drive over to the state of Georgia to make an investment in our retirement plan, i.e. buy a couple of lottery tickets. Big Game is worth $15 million and the Lotto South is worth 7 million, so by Sunday morning I should be 22 mill richer. 🙂 As we waited in line to pay, some fellow came in a hurry with a frown on his face. He approached right up to the cashier of the convenience store ignoring the line of 3 people, of which I was last. He said, “I need a receipt for pump 15, the printer must be broken or something.” I forgave his cutting in line and just smiled, happy that it wasn’t just me and perhaps validating my conspiracy theory.

Make Up Your Mind

Started today with the top down, but put it up for the drive to work. They were calling for a 40% chance of rain and we must have been in that 40, ’cause it was raining now. We went out for lunch with the gang for a co-worker’s birthday and put the top down for the drive to eat. When we got to Ruby Tuesday it looked kind of threatening, so I put the top back up. After lunch it wasn’t raining, so the top came back down for the return trip. At work in the parking lot I put it back up, just in case. By quitting time the skys were clearing, so back down the top went for the drive home.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. No wonder my tops only last 3 years.

Where’s the receipt? Part II

Happened again. Last time I bought gas 10 days ago, I had to schlep inside to get my receipt because the pump didn’t spit one out. Different station today with the same thing. No Receipt. Not only didn’t I get a receipt, I didn’t get a full tank of gas. It was pumping kind of slow, but it started to really crawl at around 8 gallons. I took it off auto and squeezed the handle harder (like that was really gonna do anything) and a few seconds later it just stopped. When I went inside to get my receipt I told the counter lady and she said, “It must be out.” Thanks, have a nice day….

My Wife and Bugs.

I was sitting here typing away on my other blog, when in the other room my wife screamed! Ran into the kitchen to see what was the matter and she said, “There is a moth in here, KILL it!” Being the dutiful husband I did just that. Scratch one moth from the census. Jeez, it was just a moth, with the amount of noise she made you would have thought it was El Chupacabra.