Archive for the ‘General’ Category

A Question or Two

Wednesday, December 16th, 2009

Have you ever played jacks, pick-up sticks, or flag football? Would you go into debt to pay for an operation for a cat to prolong its life six months? How about a distant relative, a cousin you haven’t seen for forty years? Have you ever ridden a horse, a cow, a dog? If I say bareback riding do you think of horses? Do you know your own IQ? Do you tell others what it is? Do you exaggerate?

Have you ever worked on a farm or delivered a newspaper? What do you think of if I say moving pipes? Have you ever received a call from a collection agency? Did you shoot birds with a bb gun when you were younger? Do you still shoot birds? When you were a child did you know anyone who hung a cat from a clothesline? How did he turn out? Was his name Jeffrey? Have you ever propelled your body through water using your limbs? Have you done it in a canal, a river? Do you even know how to swim?

Do you ever wonder where George Bush is at this exact moment? Do you care? Is Barack Obama doing a good job? Do you think Hillary would have done a better job? How about John McCain? Have you ever doused yourself in gasoline and threatened to set yourself alight? Do you ever think about what it would be like to stand on Sarah Palin’s front lawn and look at Russia? Would you buy a used car from Sean Hannity? Would you shack up with Ann Coulter? If you wouldn’t buy a used car from Sean Hannity would you buy one from Joe Liebermann or Claire McCaskill?

Do you use the phrase “begs the question” when you mean to raise the question? Do you understand the term bad faith as it applies to existentialism? Do you substitute playdough for Plato when speaking of the Greek Philosopher? If I say Aristotle, Plato, and Socrates can you place them in the proper chronological order? Are you tired of all the questions? Do you wonder what prompted this silliness, this interrogative mood?

You Can Bank on It

Saturday, March 21st, 2009

Do banks still have a night drop? The drive-through is driving me nuts.

“Hi I’m Tom I’ll be handling your transaction today,” he said. “What can we do for you.”

The “We,” should have been a giveaway, but I was listening to a Schubert Sonata and missed it.

“What can you do for me?” I said.

He had the deposit slip I’d carefully prepared, an itemized list of the checks included, and each check bearing a stamped endorsement, to the account of, and he was asking what he could do for me?

“It’s a deposit,” I said.

“Alright,” he said, “I’ll get right to it.”

“Thanks,” I said, knowing the thanks was probably premature.

The Schubert Sonata allowed the next 5 minutes to pass agreeably, but five minutes is my limit. I was ready to press the call button when a new face appeared on the fancy video screen that had supplanted the perfectly functional intercom that preceded it. It’s bad enough imagining a twenty-something reading from a script some suit has written for him, delivered in a condescending whine, but watching him force a smile, while not making eye contact and staring blankly into your car, is too much.

“Hi, I’m David I’ll have your deposit done and a receipt out to you in just a moment,” he said.

“That’s what the other fellow said,” I replied.

“Oh,” he said. “You have two of us working for you today.”

“Oh lucky me,” I said. “Two of you, now it will take twice as long.” HIs smile vanished while his lips and eye brows tightened, the screen blinked off.

I returned to the Schubert, and a few minutes later the pneumatic tube did its bit without comment, and delivered my receipt.

I’m sure I’ll continue to use the drive-through, the alternatives are even less appealing, but like Bartleby I’d prefer not to.

The Button

Friday, April 18th, 2008

When I was younger there were cars with push-button automatic transmissions? It was a bad idea, and it wasn’t long before the buttons disappeared and more traditional methods of changing gears returned. We know now that it was not a harbinger of a button-less future, but rather a blip on the path to our modern push-button society.

I read somewhere, that beginning in the nineties, pushing the close button an elevator did nothing, but it didn’t stop me or others from pushing the button anyway, sometimes repeatedly. And when the door eventually closed we felt the power of a prayer answered, or in my case the laws of physics confirmed.

I’m an itinerant button pusher. I’ve pushed buttons on more than one continent. I not only push the close button in the elevator, but in my impatience I push the open button too. If there were a button for the sunrise and the sunset, I’d be pushing it as well.

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The Dead Pool

Tuesday, April 10th, 2007

The rules are simple, choose ten people who you think will die in the next year. At the end of the year when all the deaths are counted, the winner is the player with the highest score. The score is calculated by subtracting the person’s age from 100. No points are awarded for anyone over 100.

When a new resident checks into the Ranch, a retirement community, the unofficial gatekeepers, Betty a brassy blonde, and Agnus a natural redhead, usually see him first.

“There’s the new guy,” says Betty.

“I see him,” says Agnus.

“He won’t be around long,” says Betty “he’s already got one foot in the grave.”

Agnus laughs, “Yeah, you got that right.

Betty was right; the new guy only lasted 10 days. Betty is often right when it comes to questions about the end of life. The death, as unexpected as a death at the Ranch ever is spoiled the new guys’ birthday party. His family was on their way to visit him at the very moment he expired at the foot of the stairs. When they arrived they would be making arrangements to have his body transported home, not eating cake, and sharing memories.

The new guy tripped. He fell down the stairs, and he broke his neck. Betty provided the details; she was there at the top of the stairs when the new guy took his tumble. The police investigated, they said it was an accident, just another one bites the dust at the old folks home, they said. I think the police ended their investigation too soon. I think they should have asked more questions. I think they should have asked if there was a dead pool at the Ranch, and if the new guy was on Betty’s list.

"Hot Buys"

Sunday, April 1st, 2007

The transaction was complete, I’d entered my PIN, pushed the yes button agreeing to a total of $47.56 and the magic box had approved. I’d moved to the end of the check stand and grabbed my cart, when the checker said, “wait, your receipt.” I paused as he took out his red pen and circled my savings, “you saved $4.96 on ‘hot buys’ today,” he said.

Well, as you might expect I was thrilled, I was whooping and a hollering as I guided my cart across the front of the store, passing other customers who were just learning of their “hot buy” savings. I was overcome with joy and needed to share.

I stopped and walked over to the end of the nearest checkout stand. The bagger was just finishing up an order for a young mother and her daughter, paper not plastic, when I came up behind him and gently touched his shoulder with the back of my hand. He stopped bagging, turned and leaned toward me. I whispered, “I just saved $4.96 on ‘hot buys,’ is that cool or what?” The mother looked at me, not sure if she should be annoyed that I was delaying her checkout, she paused for a moment to consider, our eyes met, she smiled, and said, “I have ‘hot buys’ too.”