I am not blind,
For I know what I see.
I cannot always interpret what I see.
But let me learn as I do.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
HA HA HA bless your soul...
People make such interesting assumptions at times...and say things...
2 men walk into Village Market, both in their late 30's early 40's (I saw their ID's because they bought beer). One of them is decked out in his pseudo motorcycle outfit, with jeans and a black t-shirt that has a guy on it with jeans and a black t-shirt. In his ears he wore maybe 12-gauge silver hoop earrings. The other had a larger chest and was trimmed to perfection and wore a moss-green T that had the tattoo swirly design on it. This one with the green shirt asks 'who is singing?'...I have Ella Fitzgerald playing. 'AH!' says the one in the black shirt, 'I know him!......Her!' he grimaces at me in apology, 'I caught myself' he tells me. The one in the green shirt chimes in, still wanting to finish the story he'd apparently begun, 'They play this shit at my work, 24-7. You know, I listen to some pretty alternative stuff, and the MINUTE I turn off my car I hear this BLARING...it's all they play at my work...soft jazz that is like elevator music...puts me to sleep!' 'Ah, so you must be pretty tired of it, then' I reply in pure conversation. 'OH NO!' he says to me, 'They just play it all the time. I sell, you know, BMW's and stuff.' Am I supposed to know what significance that holds for me? Am I supposed to be impressed? And as he walks out the door, 'I get so sick of that stuff...but THIS is great'. His buddy looks at me and rolls his eyes, and I hear the other guy getting defensive as they walk out the door, '....What? I mean it!' and their voices trail off as the store door closes behind them.
Most of the time i just have to stand there and watch people talk.
"does that make me CRAZY!?...probably...." ~Gnarles Barkley
2 men walk into Village Market, both in their late 30's early 40's (I saw their ID's because they bought beer). One of them is decked out in his pseudo motorcycle outfit, with jeans and a black t-shirt that has a guy on it with jeans and a black t-shirt. In his ears he wore maybe 12-gauge silver hoop earrings. The other had a larger chest and was trimmed to perfection and wore a moss-green T that had the tattoo swirly design on it. This one with the green shirt asks 'who is singing?'...I have Ella Fitzgerald playing. 'AH!' says the one in the black shirt, 'I know him!......Her!' he grimaces at me in apology, 'I caught myself' he tells me. The one in the green shirt chimes in, still wanting to finish the story he'd apparently begun, 'They play this shit at my work, 24-7. You know, I listen to some pretty alternative stuff, and the MINUTE I turn off my car I hear this BLARING...it's all they play at my work...soft jazz that is like elevator music...puts me to sleep!' 'Ah, so you must be pretty tired of it, then' I reply in pure conversation. 'OH NO!' he says to me, 'They just play it all the time. I sell, you know, BMW's and stuff.' Am I supposed to know what significance that holds for me? Am I supposed to be impressed? And as he walks out the door, 'I get so sick of that stuff...but THIS is great'. His buddy looks at me and rolls his eyes, and I hear the other guy getting defensive as they walk out the door, '....What? I mean it!' and their voices trail off as the store door closes behind them.
Most of the time i just have to stand there and watch people talk.
"does that make me CRAZY!?...probably...." ~Gnarles Barkley
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