1957

There are some things that I associate with another time and place because of television and movies. One of those things happened today. I left Amanda's house this morning, having fallen asleep on the futon at around 2 AM, to discover some gunk all over my windshield. At first, I had no idea what it was.

I was parked under a pine tree, but no pine tree (at least in the South) saps that much, that thickly in one night. The yard man had been there that morning, so maybe he had hit a bird and the blood had hit my car. But that couldn't be it, because it wasn't red and there were no feathers. It also wasn't any sort of fuel, because when I tried to use my wipers to clear it, it didn't move.

I drove home trying to figure out what it was. By now, I'm sure you know what happened. But it wasn't until I parked outside of the apartment that I found the tiny bit of shell that would clue me in: my car had been egged. With an egg. And the yellow in the middle of my windshield was dried on yolk. And it stank, like an egg rotting in the sun does.

I went upstairs and got a rag, tried to clean it off, but that was of limited success. So, I took my car, for the first time in three years, to the car wash.

I have never been to the car wash because my car doesn't get that dirty. I rarely go on dirt roads, and even when pollen coats the ground so thick that it looks like a gypsy wonderland, I still won't go. The rain will remove anything grossly huge. Anything else I can live with because it does not affect the way my car runs. Egg on the windshield, however, is impairing visibility to a grossly unsatisfactory level.

So, I cleaned it off...it didn't even remove the paint from my car.

But to get back to the topic I started with at the top. It pissed me off because it felt so childish. No one hates me enough to egg my car (no one who even dislikes me knows that I'm in Tifton right now). So, it was vandals. From 1957. They were then going to go heckle a black person and go home to watch Hee Haw.

Why do I hate people as a collective? Because of the tendency to chaos for no damn reason.

A Wasted Day

Today, I really did nothing.

I got up and worked out and then went to lunch. Mason came with me and we met up with Mandy and Ty. We went to see Cassandra who was working at Applebee's to pay for her trip to India with her father.

I got there earliest, as usual. We said we were going to meet at 12:30, which means I got there at 12:30, Mason got there at 12:40 and Mandy and Ty rolled in at a quarter til. Anyway, the family behind me ordered lunch. They had two children. One child (about six) ordered a double order of french fries and that was it. The other child did not order any food. Instead, the mother hands Cassandra, their waitress, a blue lunchbox and says that, since their child is allergic to a lot of things, they brought food for him to eat. She asked if it could be heated up. For 2:30. And if it could be put on a plate. Cassandra's head just kind of slumped to the side, but she said sure and took the food into the back.

Okay, this might be my topic to write on today, because today was kind of a non-day. Be nice to your servers and do not give them any shit. They will spit in your food and send negative karma your way. Do not make outrageous requests of people who get paid less then minimum wage to deal with it.

In other words, when you go out to a restaurant, plan to order food there. For everyone who eats. And if you are allergic to the world, sip your water and eat when you get home.

Thanks,

the Management.