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2 years ago
The N00b arrives!
For years now, I’ve heard about blogs….can’t say I’ve ever really been interested in one up until now. Why now? I can’t say that some particularly interesting or insightful event prompted me to do this. So often, much of my life has been guided and shaped by whims. Like the time I was looking for a plumber and ran across an ad for Paramedic training. “Hey! That would be fun!” next thing I know, I’m sliding down the ice covered streets in Denver, Code 3, and wondering what the hell am I doing?
So for what it’s worth, here I sit….I could easily see where something like this media could easily become all about me. Heh…after all, we don’t even know each other and you’re being kind of quiet right now. Ahem….
Please consider yourself warned that I am not inspirational, I’m not charismatic or even particularly nice. I don’t even really like meerkats all that much….why is the name kat in their name? I don’t get it. In the words of Kevin Spacey in American Beauty “I’m just an ordinary guy with nothing to lose.”
Today’s observation revolves around lunch time for the working crowd at Drive Thru’s. Why is it that when all you want to do is make a quick stop for something these places try to pass off as food, inevitably there is the soccer mom in front of you ordering what can only be described as lunch for the entire varsity cheerleading squad?
Or is it an attempt at a hostile takeover of El Pollo Loco done at the drive thru window? Come on lady! Get your trough and go! and let’s not forget to mention that Mom there could stand to be grazing at the salad bar instead of dining on fat drenched chicken followed by a side of lard beans and flour tortillas.
First comes the 8 bags of food, followed by 4 drink holders which look about as stable as my 87 year old grandmother on ice skates (do you ever hope they will bust apart too?) and then of course, dessert. Let’s not forget the additional 5 minutes she spends looking for her debit card in her latest, gotta have it, prada bag where a small contingent of terrorists could hide undetected for days.
The upside to being behind Mother of the Year is that my food is ready and not quite cold by the time I get up there! w00t!
I guess I can be optimistic after all, eh? Notes
