December 09, 2009
Espresso and Cracker Jacks
Espresso and Cracker Jacks, first snow of the season followed by sleet and rain, and crawling down the road in a commuter van behind a 45-mph driver for 30 miles can make you a wee bit loopy by the time you get to work.
The first person I saw this morning appeared to be wearing referee stripes. Strangely, so did the second person, too. When I pointed the coincidence out, I was abruptly corrected. “I am” said the second person, “Inmate # 11123.” I giggled until the first striped jersey referee approached from behind and emphatically announced, “I am # 11124!” Then, I laughed.
Then there was the milk jug incident. A very sane and appropriately distrusting co-worker marked her little milk jug with her initials and a thick black sharpie line indicating the fullness or emptiness of her container. “To see if it’s being used,” she explained. I pointed out that it was a bit sad she felt she had to do that. “Well," she said, ”I’ll tell you this much – if there is anything less than this line when I go to use my milk again, I’ll be doing breath checks!” I guffawed.
By this time, inmate # 11124 had a ticklish thought. She would run out at lunch to buy some bovine ammunition, and then add her newly acquired milk to the black lined jug, just to see what sort of reaction that would bring. Hilarious. I couldn’t stop laughing.
I guess the moral of this story is that at 7:30 am, everything seems funnier on cracker jacks and espresso.
Posted by jaselin at December 9, 2009 02:21 PM