(I didn't obtain reproduction rights for this cartoon)After reading this blog, I was reminded of a morning last spring. It went something like this.....
I had been living in this apartment for almost a year. It's near downtown, but still a good neighborhood. (I haven't seen any transients for a while, but the nice weather just started) I can't control my heat (radiators) so I have my windows open pretty much everyday, year round. I was lying in bed, not quite ready to get up for the Saturday. I started to hear someone's voice, faraway, and it sounded as though it was on a speaker, or bullhorn. The person was very emphatic, and I was thinking "Hitler? Protest? Hitler??" Well, the abortion clinic is downtown, but it's located next to a wonderful deli that makes everything from scratch (I found a hair in my ginormous meatball, it's that homemade), and sells cute stuff, and is full of older women lunching, so nothing bad really happens down there. Then I heard a gun shot. Then I heard yelling and shouting. I don't really remember when I figured out that it was the start of the annual Scheel's Marathon (a big deal around here), but it was pretty freaky for awhile. Thank God I didn't call the police. That would've been embarrassing.
.JPG)
5 comments:
i forgot to mention...when i was searching google images for "jogger" the words "jogger nipple" came up. no, it was not dirty. it's an affliction. but the photos that come up are pretty interesting. YES, i clicked on it.....
Hah! What the hell does that have to do with my blog?! ;o)
I'm going to check out jogger nipples now!
NOW I get why your blog's title is Randumb.... BAHAHAHAHA!
Haha. Of course! Who WOULDN'T have clicked on it? :P Anyhoo, that's even worse than mistaking closed windows for open ones and trying to stick your head through them :P (by far!) I have a tendency to say stupid mistakes instead of misinterpret things. One of my favourite lines of myself goes "I don't think this is the world's best Western Australian fish and chip shop..." (which, when you think about it, you realise doesn't make sense...)
Well aren't you glad your blog makes other people feel good about themselves? :)
MWHAhahahaha
It was the year or so spent living in edgewater with me that prepared you to not call 911 right away. Remember all the fun? Good times, good times.
Post a Comment