Tuesday, June 26. 2007
This may well be the test of how much power and influence the guy in the tall pointy hat still has. In case your rosary beads are in mothballs, or you don’t get the news from the Vatican, His Holiness issued the Ten Commandments for Driving. I must say this is probably the one and only directive with which I’ve even remotely been in agreement He seems to be saying we should be nice to one another, even in our cars! I do remember what happened to a historic figure 2,000 years ago who attempted telling people to play nicely. It ended badly for him.
I too have witnessed this decline in civility first hand. It was culture shock when I moved from a small community to a larger, and much more aggressive one ,where a car full of church ladies nearly ran me off of the road on my way into town. I became accustomed to exchanging friendly finger gestures with other drivers on every outing. I also learned that you’re best to avoid catching up with anyone who feels that you “cut them off. Even if you did not intentionally do this, you’ll know. Often they’re screaming, with that big blood vessel in the forehead and neck clearly pulsing in extreme anger, as they reach around in their glove box - I assume it’s not for a tissue, though the first time it happened to me I could have used one. My knees were knocking for an hour after the encounter. Usually people have to know me to get that angry with me.
Next, I learned that you will be honked and blasphemed if you do not “shift, and accelerate to the point where your neck visibly snaps back in anticipation of a green light.” This quote was imparted to me in a serious and helpful demeanor by a soft spoken nurse as she took my vital signs after a fender bender. The most recent incident occurred to one of our own merry crew here at Kick. Petite, and widely known as a kind hearted soul, her blood turned to ice when she saw a sour faced old bat shove a shopping cart with great velocity directly at her brand new car. There may have been some um..eh..er..WORDS exchanged. Our friend flew into action, neglecting the state of her back, by placing her body between the cart and the car. That’s when the other woman made the mistake of shoving her. Our heroine punched her in the face to the wild cheers of onlookers at the supermarket. You know it’s reached crisis point when even this even tempered and polite woman can be provoked, and risk her own well being. I wish his Popeness great good luck on this one, but cynic that I am, I fear that if anyone takes it seriously, those who are rusty might be even more distracted as they try to remember what comes next in their rosary beads.
Beads which will be included in the other items on board such as a cell phone, a latte’, fiddling with the radio, maybe dropping a ciggie now and then, oh – and the steering wheel and shifter. I think I’ll let my bobble headed Jesus do the worrying for me and see how it all works out. drive nicely - msnbc
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Wednesday, June 20. 2007
Let’s face it ladies, unless you were alive in the days when painters like Rubens celebrated the opulent female form, the old axiom survives, “you can never be too thin or too rich.” Since I’m fairly certain Rich isn’t in the cards for me, a trip to the local drug store was in order. I could swear the pharmacist winced. It seems pharmacies all over the country have been attacked by hordes, much like hungry wolverines stripping their shelves of the new wonder drug “alli” (pronounced like ally), for sale. I learned that most of the people who had stormed the shelves were not even remotely fat.Disappointed, I kicked rocks on my power walk, all the way to my car. For only $59.99 I could have had a month’s supply of skinny, if only I’d arrived sooner. I then looked them up online, as you might want to do if you’re considering this, leaving the house this summer, or wearing white. While I generally give no more than a cursory glance at the side effects, myalli.com. proved interesting, if frightening. The drug works by blocking absorption of about 25% of fat, but does nothing for those who are already on low fat, high carb diets, and warns of some rather nasty side effects. The skinny seekers do not seem to care about the side effects. They’re enough to keep me away however. In fact, the side effects are much like those in the diet snack chips several years ago, where “anal leakage” was described.
.The website warning states:” The drug can cause diarrhea, uncontrollable bowel movements, and gas with oily discharge. “It is probably smart to wear dark pants, and bring a change of clothes to work with you.”
Sold yet? Millions of women are, and are not bothered by the “inconvenience” to put it very mildly. It occurs to me that you could visit Mexico, drink the water, and still have a much better time for the money. This states volumes of our national obsession with being thin. You can probably pick out the alli users by standing downwind. I think it will be a lonely, if skinny summer for them, and they won’t care! SeattleTimes6/17/07
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Sunday, June 17. 2007
In the “What Next” department, you’d better not try brazenly slipping by the crackerjack security at Washington’s Reagan National Airport with a sippy cup and a cranky toddler excuse! The perp, Monica Emmerson who is a former Secret Service officer tried just such an infraction, saying that the suspicious cup was filled with water. Uh huh..likely story hey?
Oh okay, It turns out that it was filled with water, but rules are rules, and no liquids are allowed aboard, as they could be dangerous. Ms Emmerson stated that the TSA screener seized the child’s cup after asking if there was water in it, and told her that she would have to leave the security checkpoint and dump out the water if she wanted the cup.
TSA and Emmerson’s accounts diverge here, however. TSA said she was “out of control” as she was escorted out with the dangerous sippy cup full of H20, and flashed her security badge, as well as some epitaphs about “stupid” rules, and dumped the water on the floor, which they forced her to wipe up with paper towels.
Ms Emmerson states that she was understandably nervous flying with a toddler, who was starting to tire of this exchange, and wander off , causing her to accidentally spilled some water while trying to unscrew the lid to demonstrate that it was harmless by taking a sip. No doubt the toddler was in line with some nice family heading for Jamaica by this time.
Can you still order a drink onboard? If so, let this be a warning to you sippy cup fans, nail clipper carriers, and crochet hook terrorists. Wait until you’re on the plane and stock up on those nifty little bottles of booze, you’ll need something to pass the time, if you don’t want to spend it in security at the airport. AP News 6/16/07
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Saturday, June 16. 2007
Like many of my fellow Americans, and outspoken judges, I’d like to see frivolous lawsuits banned, fined, and kicked out. What to do about – of ALL people, administrative law judge, Roy Pearson?
If you’ve been elsewhere, you may not know that his dry cleaner apparently ruined his life, to the tune of 6.5 MILLION dollars, for ONE pair of pants. I doubt the entire Liberace collection is valued at that figure, one wonders what is so special about judge Roy’s pants?
Not happy with the pair the Korean immigrant dry cleaners mistakenly tagged as his, he claims that he experienced “a Twilight Zone experience” If getting the wrong pair of pants is a ‘Zone experience worth 6.5 million, he must lead a very fortunate and sheltered life indeed. I’m somehow certain it was much MORE of a Twilight Zone moment when the owners were informed of the amount he wanted to pry out of them.
C’mon, the guy wears a robe most of the time, and I know he can find a replacement for those pants for a lot less than 6.5 million, or he’s shopping at the wrong places! I know he can afford a nice new pair, he pulls down $100,500 per year.
I doubt we’re anywhere close to bouncing frivolous lawsuits any time soon, if this one was allowed to be taken seriously. No word yet on the results. My sympathies lie with the dry cleaners, who obviously ought to open a haberdashery shop for nutty judges. Usatoday.com 6/15/07
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Tuesday, June 12. 2007
Let us but hope this story has a happy ending, and blind justice prevails.
You know, at first this did not seem worthy of posting. In fact, it still may not be, but post it I will, on the tail end of the recent and relatively minor incarceration of “Paris” who “merely” endangered herself and others, then ignored her easy initial court orders to merely report, behave during probation, and no further legal action would ensue.
The Diva Paris has a cakewalk compared to what this Iowa woman is facing, yet there is much wailing and gnashing of teeth at the unfairness of it all. I mean really,what if she misplaces her teacup dog of the moment again? You may recall the police were enlisted to find precious, until Paris or her grandmother realized she’d left the wee thing at grammie’s house by a potted palm or somewhere in the manse. .
But- I digress. Ms Butts is our concern today, though I am loathe to drag her distinctive name through the mud further, I think it speaks of the inequity of our system, among other things. I mean truly – the woman must be undergoing the most embarrassing moment of her life as it is. Then, I thought back to the four senators who were living on “average” food stamp rations for a week, and how no one mentioned that the magnanimous sum of one dollar a day didn’t cover” luxuries” like T.P. Perhaps there is more to the unfortunately named Ms. Butt’s story than meets the eye? I submit that anyone desperate enough to steal T.P. from a courthouse probably needs it!
Briefly, an eagle eyed employee saw her take three rolls of the special two-ply (probably private stock reserved for judges) from a supply closet. Unfortunately – in oh, so many ways for her, Ms Butts, age 38, does not work at the courthouse in Iowa. Whatever her motives, Ms Butts, (and I cannot make these names up), faces a fifth degree theft charge, a misdemeanor, normally carrying a sentence of less than a year. Personally, I think any prison time is more than a bit much, but- Ms Butt’s bad luck doesn’t end there. Under the state’s habitual offender law, she could face up to three years of prison time for pilfering three rolls of papier hygienique, according to Chief Lon Walker, while he suppressed giggles during a news conference with KCCI-TV.“See I can’t say it with a straight face.”.he snickered, though it is three years of this woman’s life we’re talking about. Let us hope not. One can only imagine what she purloined in the past, perhaps equally practical items.
If they carry out the maximum sentence, I can only imagine the reaction of the other inmates, during that “getting to know you” time just before or after that prison favorite COPS comes on, but- that’s another mystery for another day. AP Wire Story
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Tuesday, May 29. 2007
I reluctantly walked back into the bookstore that Friday afternoon, wishing I were anywhere else. It had been a hellish week, full of idiotic customers, inane corporate directives and backstabbing co-workers. I glanced at the man perusing the books on the bestseller table and for the first time in my life, my jaw literally dropped. I ran to the back of the store on feet crippled by bone spurs, to grab the only other person I was sure would recognize him. She assumed I was fucking with her as I dragged her to the table. We stood about twenty foot away and whispered back and forth loudly enough for our voices to be heard in submarines half a world away from our small Texas town.
“It’s him!” I hissed.
“It looks like him but why would he be here?” she hissed back.
“I read somewhere he owned property in this county. I didn’t want to believe it,” I replied, still sotto voce.
A regular customer and another employee walked up to us.
Our regular asked, “Why are y’all hissing?”
We pointed and explained. Both newcomers agreed it looked like him. The employees seemed to feel the best option under these strange circumstances would be to continue debating, but our regular believed in the direct approach. The man had moved away from the table and was walking past us. Our regular went up to him and asked the question everyone but me was dying to know. I knew it was him.
The man gave an unconvincing chuckle and said, “No, but I get that all the time.”
In triumph, our regular joined our huddle and announced, “It’s not him.”
“What else would he say?” asked my employee.
“He lies,” I muttered darkly.
The hissing argument continued with everyone else wavering. I knew I was right. I could tell by the way my skin crawled when he was standing two feet from me. A woman appeared and asked where the history section was, thereby taking me out of the huddle and giving me no chance to convince the skeptical. I turned the corner and there he was.
The woman was his wife and they followed me all the way back up the aisle. A voice in my head, which I can only hope was mine, was shrieking,
“He’s looking at my butt!”
I stopped at the huddle, which now consisted of three people trying not to look guilty. The man and his wife continued to the cash register where he paid for his book with a credit card and left the store. But not before my employee had sent the regular out to the parking lot to get his license plate number so she could run it through some computer program she had on her computer. There was no need for that as we all raced to the startled and confused woman at the register and demanded she pull out her credit card slips. My sense of vindication was dampened by my need for an immediate shower and some good drugs.
Karl Rove had been looking at my butt.
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Friday, May 18. 2007
Fight the temptation to fight city hall with dog poop
Who hasn't wanted to fight injustice with dog poop? Be it a flaming bag on a deserving door step, or in this case..as a protest over what a man in Minnesota considered to be an unfair parking ticket! While I do not envy the clerk who opened the loaded envelope, which DID have a check enclosed, I find it difficult to believe she was ill for two days from exposure to this natural substance we find every day, in our yard, on a sidewalk, or scraping off of our shoes!
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