Saturday, November 17, 2007

"To take up arms against a sea of troubles...

I inadvertently watched two people in a pick-up truck in front of me this morning as they had sex. Not that I am a voyeur or another really cool foreign word that means 'perv'. It's a heavily-traveled, two lane state road with no passing. Okay? Technically, I suppose what I saw was ONE person having sex and the other....well, NOT having sex. Safety experts claim talking on cell phones adversely effects driving safety. Perhaps.

I watched one of the two heads visible above the bench seat disappear to the left. Then the pick-up started to swerve like the driver was talking on a cell phone while changing a CD and drinking a cup of coffee and accomplishing a Sudoku puzzle, simultaneously. Or not. The driver's shoulder-harness seat belt appeared to remain fastened. If you're in the automobile insurance underwriting business, you may want to re-think that application questionnaire you have us fill out when we ask for car insurance. But don't ask the question if you can't stand the answer, okay?

I don't think dogs have very good height/size perception abilities. I watched a woman with one of those itty-bitty dogs, but this one was still a puppy so it was really small, out walking this morning. The dog is struggling and straining against the leash as if it wants to take on the world and is aggressively barking, or in this case, annoyingly high-pitched yipping at everyone and everything it sees. Sure hope if those abilities are developed as the animal matures, it grows up REAL fast, otherwise the little fella is going to end up as chipped beast on toast for a real dog someplace real soon.

Found out somewhat abruptly yesterday I need to find a new job by next August, because I won't be in my current one for much beyond that if I don't. Not sure what the market looks like for middle-fifty, terminally out-of-touch, skill-challenged, so-white-I-glow-in-the-dark-white guys, but I'm sure I'll find out.
-bill kenny

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