Saturday, March 17, 2007

I've Become A Sheep

I can't believe it finally happened. I swore it never would. I mean, getting a Macintosh and giving up Windows was truly a big step. However, everyone knows how much I love my Rio Karma MP3 player. It saved me through two national tours. It's kept me company on many miles of driving. Now, I'm afraid I've thrown it over for a new toy:

I wish I could say I feel guilty, but the thought of being able to watch television shows and movies on my lunch breaks or long train commutes is too wonderful to contemplate.

G'night, sweet Karma.

Monday, March 12, 2007

So You Thought YOU Had A Bad Day

Just when you thought you had a bad day, maybe you should consider this little story.

I was standing at the front of my store today looking out the front windows at the far end of the parking lot, and noticed that there was a fire engine with its lights whizzing around and several police cars. I thought perhaps somebody had a heart attack or something. About half an hour later, I realized that there was still a fire engine and multiple police cars, but no ambulance. "Poor guy," I thought to myself. "Maybe he didn't make it."

Oh...he didn't make it, alright.

Word trickled down through the plaza that what had happened was that a passerby had noticed a man slumped over in the front seat of his car. When they knocked on the window to see if the guy was ok, he moved.

Whoops...sorry...that wasn't the guy. Seems it was the flies.

You see, apparently, the guy was dead. And had been for two days. Crack pipe found at his side.

Now I usually park up in that part of the lot, but I didn't remember seeing any car there in particular when I left late last night and arrived back this morning. Then again, I'm not in the habit of tracking down corpse-filled vehicles. Well, not usually.

So who had the bad day? Well, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say it wasn't the dead guy. I mean, after all, yeah it sucks to die in your car. However, he WAS smoking crack, and you're pretty much asking to check out in a most indelicate way when you pick up that particularly nasty habit. After all, how many people do you know that have died suddenly from biting their fingernails?

No, I'd have to say the bad day was for the cops. Why? Well, we've had some near-record heat here the last two days. So...two days of heat plus one dead crack addict in a sealed car equals one seriously unlucky police officer that had to open that vehicle up. Did they draw straws? Pull donuts from a box?

Needless to say, I find it hard to complain about anything having to do with my job today. After all, in a different life I could have been that poor police officer. Unlucky bastard.