Today was your ordinary run of the mill 13 hours work day. My guys came back from unloading an entire office in Seattle, so I wanted to help unload this truckload of furniture. I do believe the problem started when I tried to help unload this truckload of furniture. I think the issue is the fact that i am an old chubby guy now. Lets face it, when I was 24 I could have knocked this truck out by myself in about 45 minutes. How ever, I am now scaring the crap out of 45 and seem to have found a few extra pounds.
So there I am trying to help my staff, sweating like a hooker in church. Its bad, I mean I am dying. Lucky for me, I work with a bunch of fit 22-28 year-olds. This really helps. We finally finish this truck and I decide to meet my wife and my in-laws for dinner. Oh yeah I am dressed for this. I am sure I smell like a high school locker room, but off I go.
We decide to visit a small french bistro we like to frequent called "Le In-N-Out". Now as I pull up there are hundreds of cars around the parking lot and I can hear music just pumping. Well my keen grasp of the here and now determines, something is up.
After parking about six and a half miles from our little ristorante, I realize there is a fashion show going on in the parking lot of the In-N-Out. Now I know Draper thinks they are just about a step ahead of the rest of Utah, but seriously a fashion show in a burger joint parking lot? I mean what is next? a lawn mower race in a trailer park? Classy Draper, very classy.
Well me and my nosiness decides to sit and watch this trainwreck for as long as I can without being caught ignoring the conversation with my wife and her in-laws.
It turns out, it is considered a "fashion show" to have a dozen 19-23 year old "girls" strut around the 'stage' (also useful for parking cars) in jeans, ridiculously high heels, and a wife beater. All of them, in wifebeaters. ALL OF THEM!
What really set them apart was the color of the bras, black, teal, and the ever classy red bra under a white wife beater. Oh yes, this is truly a fashion show. For an hour, they walked around, danced, put weird things on their head (I truly have no idea what was going on here) and just simply embarrassed themselves. Fashion show....I think not.
The best part was after watching this for about an hour, in public, in a parking lot, in the open (are you picking up what I am putting down here?) I asked one of the fine employees of said eating establishment what was going on, they told me it was a fashion show supporting this or the other and I could buy a ticket to watch it for $25.
How about I just sit in the parking lot for free.....
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Where have you been?
I have been thinking about writing in my blog lately, wondering what could I possibly write? What could be so interesting anyone would want to read it? Well the point is to tell life's stories, good bad or indifferent.
Recently, Kyle is off to school, Lauren is now attending two high schools, because why should anything be simple, grant is in a Jr. High clear on the other side of forever, and Kade, well, lets just say Kade however demanding, is our normal.
I continue to travel somewhat frequently. As any faithful follower of my blog knows, if it is weird and obnoxious, it will happen to me while I am traveling. Two weeks ago I took the horribly awful 6 am flight, meaning I am up at 3:45. I had no idea there was another 3:45 apparently one passes in the night. I just thought 3:45 was simply for snack time, but there is another one....who knew.
Well the people who take these flights are mostly business men, a few casual travelers, old people, and the very rare parents and kids in feet jammies. I have learned to travel very well, I make George Clooney from Up in the Air look bad. I can move through the airport quickly and can pack 4 days worth of clothes in a sandwich bag. So as I get on the plane and sit down and wait for the lame duck slackers who take FOREVER to put your crap in the bin and sit down, I look one seat up and over from me and see her.
Yup, every travelers nightmare, Miss Chatty Kathy. She will not stop talking to anyone within 10 feet. She is talking to people passing, people across the aisle, behind her, in front of her, I think if she could, she would grab the mike and chat with the tower, and the entire plane.
We finally get everyone in their seats, teach them how to buckle a seat belt and go over our water evacuation options (which by the way, if we have a water evacuation on a flight to Denver we have much more to worry about than blowing in a stupid tube to properly inflate my vest) and then its off to the wild blue yonder.
As soon as we pass the 10,000 foot mark, I bust out my DVD player and start in with a good movie. As I start I see her. Our friend. Still talking, but now she has added a new dimension. This woman has taken off her white orthotics and is now clipping her toe nails. On the plane. Her toenails. On the plane. Toenails. The plane. At first I thought I must be missing something. I mean really who does this? So I pause my movie, luckily its not a critical part, and pull my earphones out. ... ... ... click ... ... click ... ... yup clipping away.
Who are these people, and where in the world do they get the idea that its OK to do these things?
Recently, Kyle is off to school, Lauren is now attending two high schools, because why should anything be simple, grant is in a Jr. High clear on the other side of forever, and Kade, well, lets just say Kade however demanding, is our normal.
I continue to travel somewhat frequently. As any faithful follower of my blog knows, if it is weird and obnoxious, it will happen to me while I am traveling. Two weeks ago I took the horribly awful 6 am flight, meaning I am up at 3:45. I had no idea there was another 3:45 apparently one passes in the night. I just thought 3:45 was simply for snack time, but there is another one....who knew.
Well the people who take these flights are mostly business men, a few casual travelers, old people, and the very rare parents and kids in feet jammies. I have learned to travel very well, I make George Clooney from Up in the Air look bad. I can move through the airport quickly and can pack 4 days worth of clothes in a sandwich bag. So as I get on the plane and sit down and wait for the lame duck slackers who take FOREVER to put your crap in the bin and sit down, I look one seat up and over from me and see her.
Yup, every travelers nightmare, Miss Chatty Kathy. She will not stop talking to anyone within 10 feet. She is talking to people passing, people across the aisle, behind her, in front of her, I think if she could, she would grab the mike and chat with the tower, and the entire plane.
We finally get everyone in their seats, teach them how to buckle a seat belt and go over our water evacuation options (which by the way, if we have a water evacuation on a flight to Denver we have much more to worry about than blowing in a stupid tube to properly inflate my vest) and then its off to the wild blue yonder.
As soon as we pass the 10,000 foot mark, I bust out my DVD player and start in with a good movie. As I start I see her. Our friend. Still talking, but now she has added a new dimension. This woman has taken off her white orthotics and is now clipping her toe nails. On the plane. Her toenails. On the plane. Toenails. The plane. At first I thought I must be missing something. I mean really who does this? So I pause my movie, luckily its not a critical part, and pull my earphones out. ... ... ... click ... ... click ... ... yup clipping away.
Who are these people, and where in the world do they get the idea that its OK to do these things?
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