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And then there were two
I felt like a parent dropping their child off for the summer at camp. I decided that my iBook deserved a chance at a healthy life, so I dropped it off at my local repair shop for the old ‘once over.’ They said it could be a while before they could get to it, due to a bit of a back log.
I could almost see the look of betrayal on its cover as I left it there on the counter, at the mercy of this perfect stranger. This is the first time we’ve left it anywhere to spend the night with someone else. What will we do without it?
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My life in meetings
Once upon a time, there was a meeting in Clearwater. It was to be a glorious meeting between three government agencies, and the people who represent them. Anticipation ran rampant as more people filed into the room. Each side of the table came armed with enough ‘gotchas’ to destroy all of the egos in the room, five times over. One pregnant question hung in the room as the agreed upon time came and went, “would our attorney show up?”
She got there fifteen minutes late.
Expectations around the room rejoiced.
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We learned that a case wanted to be closed. This begged the question, “can a case have suicidal tendencies?”
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“We are confused”, one person stated. “I am getting sleepy”, I thought to myself.
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One gracious soul congratulated our agency for recently reaching the one billion dollars collected milestone, and for the recent favorable press we received. Someone muttered (under her breath), “yeah, that’s great as long as you sent it to the right place.” You could have scooped up the cynicism with a shovel and thrown it across the room. What made the statement classy was the understated manner in which it was said. Three cheers for subtlety!
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The Dunedin Grand Prix
Nothing brings the neighborhood together like a police chase. First, we heard the roar of engines as cars blew past our house (at the stop sign) at high speed. Next, we heard the doppler shift of sirens careening past. This repeated two more times, making us wonder if our house had suddenly been magically transported to Hell’s Kitchen. The gawker gang was out in full force, sharing descriptions of the chase vehicle and the number of police vehicles sighted.
Of course, within about five minutes it begins to feel like a breaking news broadcast on CNN…
“For those of you just joining us, a man on a motorcycle has just raced down this residential street at high speed. Local police have been giving chase. let’s go now to our next door neighbors for the latest…”
“Yes John, we can confirm that it was a motorcycle and the police were giving chase. We can also confirm that it passed through the stop sign three times before disappearing for the last time.”
“Does anyone know who it was?”
“No.”
“Does anyone know why the police were giving chase?”
“No.”
“Does anyone know anything more at this time.”
“No.”
“Does anyone know what the Saturday premiere on HBO is tonight?”