Here lately, I don’t know what is wrong with me… I don’t know if it’s because I’m 40 or perhaps all the alcohol consumed over the years have killed off enough brain cells to affect my memory.
Let me explain…
Every month I pay the insurance bill on my truck. And 3 out of the last 4 months, I’ve been late in doing so. I’ve made notes on calendars. I’ve incorporated it on my daily “to do” lists and since that isn’t working… I’m thinking about putting reminders on my cell phone.
I meant to pay it on Friday and with all the preparations concerning 1075KZL’s Easter Egg Festival, I just flat out forgot. So I put it on my “to do” list for Monday.
With a break finally upon me last Monday, I didn’t even bother looking at my “to do” list. Again, it was forgotten about and money allocated for the insurance premium went elsewhere. I “threw” that money away on an eye exam and new contact lenses.
When I finally checked my “to do” list late last night, I noticed that I needed to pay my insurance bill. Damn! I was going to be a little short and so this morning, I robbed Peter and Paul to pay Mary. You know that Mary can be a total bitch.
As the defeated often say… Oh well…
When I read the Greensboro News & Record this morning… I found an interesting picture in the Local section. Here it is…
Please keep in mind that I don’t think it’s funny. I just think that it’s interesting.
I remember a time when I was a youngster attending Brightwood Elementary School and saw another kid get hit by a car. The car didn’t stop for the bus and the kid sashayed right into its path. I saw it, but I didn’t believe it. I didn’t even gasp or scream like the other kids that witnessed the event. I believe my exact word was “sh#t!”.
I just remember questioning why his shoes flew from his body landing on the pavement. They appeared to be tightly laced, but yet there they were… One shoe laying on its side and the other landing perfectly on its sole.
We heard that the kid was going to be all right and we who had witnessed the accident went on with business as usual. There were no grief counselors brought in because kids were as tough as nails back in my day. We didn’t wear helmets when we rode our bikes and we were quite aware that only the strongest and smartest survive. Today, counselors are seemingly brought in for the Homecoming Queen’s hangnail. Jeez….
Why do the shoes always come off when a pedestrian is struck by a car?
No matter how tightly the shoes are laced or in the picture’s case, how tall the boots are, footwear is often knocked off the wearer.
I just don’t get it.