See, today and all week, I have not worked out. I blame my eyes for this as I am not to be putting any unnecessary pressure on them - and jostling is something I am not suppose to be engaged in (so for the first time in my life I can actually say that I am not suppose to be steaming up windows for medical reasons and not just a dry [drought] spell.) So I had lunch with a co-worker and enjoyed a bowl of soup.

 

Well around 8:00 p.m. the stomach began to growl and I stopped at the Penguin Point in Auburn because Clyde was going on vacation to his country home (somewhat under new ownership). I walked into a nearly empty restaurant and ordered the number one that was listed as being $4.99 but when tax was added it became $4.24 so I have no idea how this happened but realized that I really couldn't share this back with the clerk because she was on the phone explaining that Tracie was not there and that she was some place else. I did not mean to eavesdrop on the conversation but it seems that Tracie normally works there but today she was up in Pierceton. She also was an employee of the month at one time too.

 

Anyway, my food popped up and I sat next to this obnoxious pile of swept up debris and ate my tenderloin and crinkle cut fries while watching the dog whisper or cat whisper or ghost whisper but it really did not matter because the volume was off so I was like reading lips and did not catch a damn thing that happened. So, the clerk who was on the phone sent someone out to sweep up the pigpen pile of debris. She said they have just been swamped all night and they never got to it. Really?!!? There is only one car here now and that is from the two guys playing spit ball.

 

Oh yeah, wait, from the kitchen someone is whistling while another one is playing the spoon on the stainless steel pot. What a sound that is ... trust me ...

 

So I head to the trash bin to put my wrapper and trash - when one of the kids (who may be all of 12) lights a cigarette. The clerk said he could not smoke and he said, well I lit it and I am going to smoke - and at that point, I walked myself to my car because I really felt a rumble going down ... and only if Tracie was there she would have handled this so much more different.

 

I am on the road today to Michigan and I will be back with, what I am certain, will be more fun adventures in the Creative Mind of Carbo!