I'm going to like this. I have Fridays off for the summer. Yesterday I kept thinking it was Sunday.
On Friday I went to Ken's a little early and took a dip in the pool. Ahhhhh!!!! Then John showed up and he had a lovely little jam. We put together what Ken calls a "three item combo". Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow, It's Only Love, and Sukiyaki. Those three songs go together so well! Man, we've got to play somewhere. We could do an hour, easy.
On Saturday I took care of Drew's dogs and ran a bunch of errands. I visited Dad and played for him. Two of the nurses there came up to me and said Dad always calls them Dede. One of them kind of looked like her but the other one really did. It's kind of uncanny. This girl is a spittin' image. The other Dede nurse kept talking about how sweet and funny Dad is. And handsome. Here's Mom and Dad in 1952. There are better photos but I thought this one was cute.
After visiting Dad I went to Michael's to get some paint. That's when the day took a stupid turn. I had gotten myself a large Dr.Pepper at a drive-through. I'm walking around Michael's, happily sipping, and decided I needed to use the restroom. I went into a stall and set my drink down on the toilet paper dispenser. The cup slid off the dispenser and hit the floor topside down. That caused the lid to crack and the straw to shoot up straight through the bottom and send a plug of foam cup and a big splash of Dr. Pepper right into my face! Now I'm all wet, there's a huge mess on the floor and I still needed to pee! I grabbed the cup and ran it over to the trash can. But there was still a pretty big puddle on the floor, not to mention the splashes of brown liquid all over the toilet seat. Now, if I make a mess in a public place I like to clean it up myself if I can. I don't think it's right to just leave something for someone else to clean up. I went to get some paper towels but the dispenser didn't work. At that point my manners went out the window. I said, "Fuck it", and left the restroom with wet, sticky hair. I finished my shopping and on the way out I told one of the clerks that I had left a mess in the bathroom and apologized. She said, "Oh yeah, that paper towel dispenser never works."
Then I went to Costco. The parking lot was crazy full and it was really hot so people weren't feeling charitable. At one end, near the entrance they had blocked off the driveway with cones. I didn't know it and I got stuck in the middle of a clump of cars that wouldn't let me out but decided to honk at me anyway. Right then Bill called to tell me that our houses at the farm are now completely gone. So, now I'm a clueless woman with Dr. Pepper hair, in a hot, crowded parking lot, chatting on a cell phone.
It's amazing that I got through all that and was still in a pretty good mood.
5 comments:
Hee! The way you described the soda cup falling is funny on a cartoonish level. Like when I tried to put an open can of soda in my car's cupholder: it fell straight through, landed perfectly upright on the floor, then overflowed with foam. I can't get upset over that, it's hilarious!
vfjattpe: the sound of a straw being rocketed through the bottom of a paper cup.
Heh! It was a foam cup. I'll bet that wouldn't have happened with a paper cup.
That's funny about the can in your car. Once, back when we had that little brown sports car, I was turning onto Van Buren and a can of soda (Dr. Pepper AGAIN!) rolled out from under the seat and got punctured. It was just like T-Bones' soda bomb except it was INSIDE the car, on a hot day, in dangerously fast traffic. It just rolled and sprayed, rolled and sprayed, rolled and sprayed. Same thing. How can you get mad when it's so damn funny?
Bwhahahahaha! All the soda stories made me laugh.
And especially having to tell someone you made a "mess" in the bathroom..the momentary thought of the clerk musta been priceless of what it could be.
Well, I said I spilled my soda in there. Yeah, telling someone you left a mess in the bathroom conjures some scary images. I did use toilet paper to clean off the toilet seat. That looked WAY wrong! Spatters of thin, runny, brown liquid. No, no, NO!
"Roll and Spray." Surely there's a laundry product there that would make us all rich.
-dean
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