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ninanevermore) wrote2005-10-17 10:15 am
ninanevermore) wrote2005-10-17 10:15 am
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Monday - Clusters
Driving into work this morning, I passed the Ferris Wheel and noticed that the Carney seems to have snapped into the busy pace of this year. I wanted to ask him what's up with this past year - tsunamis, hurricanes, floods, earthquakes, bombs, and so on. I wanted to ask why these things happen in clusters. Every time these things do happen in clusters, a certain segment of the population gets all excited and starts talking about the end times and the Book of Revelations. They get all hopeful about the Rapture, which would mean that they would be absolved from paying off all of the debt they've accrued, not to mention that months phone and cable bills.
He caught me watching him over his shoulder and must have seen the question in my face, because he smiled and shrugged, as if to say that he doesn't run the carnival, he just works the Ferris Wheel and lets people off of it when The Boss says to. He took his Dorel out of his mouth to take a sip from the tall boy he had sitting on the rail to the fence around the Ferris Wheel.
At that moment, a cheerful announcer came on my radio to let me know that Tropical Storm Wilma is predicted to enter the Gulf of Mexico, and all predictions were that she would develop into a hurricane.
Having missed 2 days of work last month because 2.8 million people in my metropolis decided to get and their cars and spend 2 days parked on every major freeway leading out of the region, I am not amused.
I looked back at the Carney, and I swear that he did a spit take, he was laughing so hard.
Thank God the light changed so that I could drive off, and didn't have to watch him anymore.
He caught me watching him over his shoulder and must have seen the question in my face, because he smiled and shrugged, as if to say that he doesn't run the carnival, he just works the Ferris Wheel and lets people off of it when The Boss says to. He took his Dorel out of his mouth to take a sip from the tall boy he had sitting on the rail to the fence around the Ferris Wheel.
At that moment, a cheerful announcer came on my radio to let me know that Tropical Storm Wilma is predicted to enter the Gulf of Mexico, and all predictions were that she would develop into a hurricane.
Having missed 2 days of work last month because 2.8 million people in my metropolis decided to get and their cars and spend 2 days parked on every major freeway leading out of the region, I am not amused.
I looked back at the Carney, and I swear that he did a spit take, he was laughing so hard.
Thank God the light changed so that I could drive off, and didn't have to watch him anymore.