If you heard this one side of my cell phone conversation, what would you think?
"Hello, yeah, is he gone?"
(muffled reply)
"What? You said he'd be gone by 5:45. I'm not just going to keep driving around waiting for him to leave."
Am I The Solution, or Am I The Problem?
I have a question.
A Long Overdue Salute to the Colonel
Author’s Note: What follows is my memory, it may be right, it may be wrong, but it’s mine. In addition, I may not use names for two reasons:
One – to protects someone’s anonymity.
Two – I just don’t remember their names.
Corporate Bundles of Joy
Recently, a friend and I went to a bar where another friend, Traci, is a bartender. She just started a new day job and told us how her company sends her to HR (Human Resource) classes, has her watch videos, and basically she finds it very hard to stay engaged.
Reminded me of my first days at AT&T, back in the eighties.
The Next Voice You Hear
Spent the last week of July this year down in Belmar, New Jersey in the bottom half of my ex-sister-in-law’s two family house. Its a great house, equidistant between the beach and the center-of-town. However, my favorite thing to do is, at the end of the day, after the sun goes, is plant myself on the front section of her wrap around porch.
If You Giggle at ‘Uranus’, Read On...
Author’s Note: This is not a spoiler alert, this is more like ‘if you don’t like what I say next, do not read further.’
Living Next Door To The Family Tree
Your whole life, you know your family. Then one day, you’re not so sure.
At This Age You’d Think I’d Know How to Chew My Food (Part I)
Chew your food thirty-two times should be more than a suggestion
When People Need Help, Lend a Hand and Not Just the Middle Finger
I will file this under people are fucking assholes…
The Unaccredited Wingman
It was like listening to two forty-something frat boys trying to one up each other.
Please, Don’t Drive Off The Mountain
Author’s Note: For this post, I am not using real names. I’m not hiding a crime (well, not really) and the people involved know who they are. Usually, I would ask the people in the post if I could use their names, but in this case, I don’t have access to everyone, so ‘the names have been changed to protect...me.’
Always Lift With Your Back
Drove out of my development the other day, saw a young couple, and another young woman, who stood by a small, white SUV, hatch back open and the tail end of a couch hung out over the pavement. The three stared at the car, puzzled looks stamped on their faces.
...and one more for the road
I grew up at a time that drunk driving was encouraged (kidding, of course – sort of).
Vaudeville Isn't Dead, It's Drinking in the Bar
A good conversation is one of my favorite things. Conversations in bars are even better (just add alcohol).
