mindsquirt

This will be my second blog about the same subject. I wrote a good one last night, and it is now lost forever due to blogspot's bumbling.

It went a little something like this:

I went to Meijer's late last night to get a cold-air humidifier for my little satchel-of-joy. I had an interesting conversation with the cashier there:

Upon entering the check-out area:

Me: Howdie-doo!
Her: Oh, fine. How ar yoo?
Me: Super-doop!

I like to be efficient when I talk. There was a certain rhythm to this conversation that made it almost poetic. actually when i look at it, it is a haiku. (3-5-3 or 5-7-5 right?)

I also saw some vomit splattered on the ground in the parking lot. It always is odd to see vomit in a public place. What happened to the poor guy who had to vomit at meijer’s? Was it that urgent that he had to let it fly right there? I know personally, when I have to puke, I have a at least 30 minutes warning.

I think the summer of 2004 I puked 2 weekends in a row as a result of copious drinking.

What a good summer!

I had another conversation the day before with someone at Best-Buy. I wanted to tell the cashier that I had a good experience with the salesman there.

Me: I know you aren’t a manager, but I thought I would tell you that John was very nice and helpful….
Her: I will tell him.
Me: … and handsome.
Her: … I will make sure to tell him.

I don’t know if she could tell I was kidding. She didn’t give me any indication that she did.

Wife and I had a delightful lunch with Goostermon and his wife. Good times were had by all. He loves Cooper. Who doesn’t?