Distracted in America

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted and really there should be no excuse for that, but if you are going to have one it better be amusing. I haven’t posted because I’ve been a little distract by…oh…I don’t know…what am I going to do with my life now. But when I get distracted I tend to collect stories, ponder oddities, and do some pretty stupid things.

I’ve spent some time, too much time, in local public libraries watching in fear of the immense self-righteous and indignant attitudes of pre-teens. My particular favorite story was listening to one girl tell her friends about this boy/kid who got in her way and showed her no respect. With an incensed head bob, she told all her friends about it to make herself feel vindicated. And my favorite part, her friend looked at her and said, “He’s a four year old. He’s supposed to be stupid.”

Among the oddities to ponder, I drove behind this Budget rental truck on my drive down south again. I drove behind it for much too long as it was going incredibly slow, but the back of the truck was spray painted on the roll up door. It said, “Runaway wifes. Laugh but u might be next.” Now first I thought, they spelled wives wrong. Then I laughed. Next I started to wonder…if your wife really did runaway and you were moving your stuff in the budget rental truck would you really paint that on the back of the truck? Would you? And then I thought, what if the person driving the truck didn’t write that. They rented the truck and pulled the door down to find it painted with that and had to drive down the road. The only thing that would make this better would be to know who was driving the truck. But I pulled around the truck still deep in thought and forgot to look. I told you I was distracted.

And the grand daddy of all distracted moments just happened and inspired this entire rant. I just sat down in a café on the beach in CA, pulled out my work and such, (I have been freelancing) when I grabbed my drink to shake it up forgetting that I had already removed the cap. I flung green machine super food smoothie all over myself, green guck– in my hair, down my back, in my lap, in both my bags, all over my books, in my ear, and the kicker of all is that I went to the bathroom to wash off my shirt (which was made much easier by just stripping it off and putting it in the sink) I had smoothie in my bra. How does that happen? I stuck my shirt in the sink to rinse it off and then… no hand driers to blow it dry. What’s happened to environmentally friendly – I mean really.