Big Ol' Alligator Tears
I have a wireless keyboard and mouse, which are great for freedom. Problem is that wireless - batteries, and batteries = a pain in my ass right now. Well, a pain that was easily solved by replacing the batteries with the stash of batteries that are kept next to the computer for that reason. But, it took time out of my wanting to actually write this. And it's raining like a sonuvabitch right now. I am not looking forward to tomorrow. I just fed my dogs, they reside in the laundry room when there is inclimate weather, they didn't want to go outside, as Daddy, it's raining! Either one of them makes a mess in my laundry room, they will meet Jesus. Not really, I love my dogs.
So, on to what I really wanted to share yesterday, but had brain mush from getting up at FOUR in the morning. FOUR! That is not even right, and I am going to have to do that for the next three Wednesdays in a row, then every other Wednesday until around October. Oh well, I get paid to do that. That is one of the few things that is actually in my job description.
So, I was having the most wonderfully healthy dinner at McDonalds yesterday evening. Really, it was healthy, please don't tell me otherwise. About two or three table away from me is a dad and son. They are chatting it up, son talking, dad listening - dad talking, son looking out the window into the play area, ignoring dad. I missed the first part of the conversation as I was engaged in conversation of my own, and trying my best not to eavesdrop. The problem with that is that I am about half deaf. I was born all the way deaf, and I learned to read lips as a kid. Beneficial, let me tell you!! So, I see, then hear the conversation turning to the son's little girlie Big Kids "Monsters vs. Aliens" toy that he got. I guess dad didn't want to go up and ask for a boy-er toy, so here is the following of the conversation...
dad, "Son, you are way too young to know what I am about to tell you, but one day soon, you will understand."
son, "yeah...?" (looking aroung at other shiny objects ow, not even worried about the toy)
dad, "This is not a toy per se, this is a marketing ploy. Companies like these give away cheap plastic toys like this, simply to get you in here to buy the overpriced food. They spend a lot less on the toy than you pay for the food....." (at this point, I'm goggling to myself and thus no longer paying attention to the explanation. Son, by this point could care less about toy, dad's explanation, or anything other than finding somewhere else to be at that exact moment!)
I think the lack of interest was almost as good as the disinteresting story.
Still raining....
So, on to what I really wanted to share yesterday, but had brain mush from getting up at FOUR in the morning. FOUR! That is not even right, and I am going to have to do that for the next three Wednesdays in a row, then every other Wednesday until around October. Oh well, I get paid to do that. That is one of the few things that is actually in my job description.
So, I was having the most wonderfully healthy dinner at McDonalds yesterday evening. Really, it was healthy, please don't tell me otherwise. About two or three table away from me is a dad and son. They are chatting it up, son talking, dad listening - dad talking, son looking out the window into the play area, ignoring dad. I missed the first part of the conversation as I was engaged in conversation of my own, and trying my best not to eavesdrop. The problem with that is that I am about half deaf. I was born all the way deaf, and I learned to read lips as a kid. Beneficial, let me tell you!! So, I see, then hear the conversation turning to the son's little girlie Big Kids "Monsters vs. Aliens" toy that he got. I guess dad didn't want to go up and ask for a boy-er toy, so here is the following of the conversation...
dad, "Son, you are way too young to know what I am about to tell you, but one day soon, you will understand."
son, "yeah...?" (looking aroung at other shiny objects ow, not even worried about the toy)
dad, "This is not a toy per se, this is a marketing ploy. Companies like these give away cheap plastic toys like this, simply to get you in here to buy the overpriced food. They spend a lot less on the toy than you pay for the food....." (at this point, I'm goggling to myself and thus no longer paying attention to the explanation. Son, by this point could care less about toy, dad's explanation, or anything other than finding somewhere else to be at that exact moment!)
I think the lack of interest was almost as good as the disinteresting story.
Still raining....
posted by sirwilliam | 7:20 PM
2 Comments:
How have I known you for more years of my life than I didn't know you and not know that you were born deaf? I also won't mutter at you in that low angry that I'm so good at now that I know you can read lips. That's gotta suck for the wife when she's pissed.
Yeah, I'm actually on my fourth eardrum in my left ear. And, now that I've read what I wrote, not only can I not hear, I can't type either. I found two glaringly obvious typos, and that was just skimming. I gotta get better at that.
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