a morning ritual
This morning I wondered if the bank we pass on the way to work every day notices that we shout and shake our fists at them as we pass. If they do, I bet they're very confused.
The CD player in my car was stolen several years ago. I had parked in one of the university lots one night, and came back to find the driver's side window smashed and the CD player gone. I called the police, and the policeman who was at that moment "patrolling" the lot drove right over to me. He said he hadn't seen anything, but this sort of thing happened a lot. He also said he could fingerprint the area and it would be a good show but he wouldn't find anything. I hope he enjoys my CD.
The CD that was in the player at the time was a single from Odub, a guy who raps about rock climbing. No kidding.
Though I put the plastic housing back around the gaping hole in the dash and reconnected the button to the rear-defrost, I never got around to replacing the CD player. This leaves me with a somewhat smaller (though still gaping) hole in the dash, and no clock. My car hasn't been broken into since, so I tell myself that the impression that somebody has already been there is a good deterrent.
I don't wear a watch, partially because they die so quickly on me (sometimes in minutes) and partially because I'm allergic to them, so I have to check my palm or my phone for the time. Or that bank on the way to work with the convenient clock-weather display if my purse is in the back seat of the car.
For a long time that worked well, but then the clock part of it died. It gave the weather as usual, but when it should have shown the time it simply said "CON". This grew frustrating over time, so I began to shake my fist at it, Captain Kirk-style, and yell "CON!!!" whenever I saw it.
Maybe lots of people complained because they eventually just took the broken clock away. The structure is still there, but the clock part is missing. "Weird," we noticed one morning, "it's gone." *long pause and then still in a Kirk impression* "GONE!!!"
So now we do that. Silly, but keeps us awake on the way to work.
The CD player in my car was stolen several years ago. I had parked in one of the university lots one night, and came back to find the driver's side window smashed and the CD player gone. I called the police, and the policeman who was at that moment "patrolling" the lot drove right over to me. He said he hadn't seen anything, but this sort of thing happened a lot. He also said he could fingerprint the area and it would be a good show but he wouldn't find anything. I hope he enjoys my CD.
The CD that was in the player at the time was a single from Odub, a guy who raps about rock climbing. No kidding.
Though I put the plastic housing back around the gaping hole in the dash and reconnected the button to the rear-defrost, I never got around to replacing the CD player. This leaves me with a somewhat smaller (though still gaping) hole in the dash, and no clock. My car hasn't been broken into since, so I tell myself that the impression that somebody has already been there is a good deterrent.
I don't wear a watch, partially because they die so quickly on me (sometimes in minutes) and partially because I'm allergic to them, so I have to check my palm or my phone for the time. Or that bank on the way to work with the convenient clock-weather display if my purse is in the back seat of the car.
For a long time that worked well, but then the clock part of it died. It gave the weather as usual, but when it should have shown the time it simply said "CON". This grew frustrating over time, so I began to shake my fist at it, Captain Kirk-style, and yell "CON!!!" whenever I saw it.
Maybe lots of people complained because they eventually just took the broken clock away. The structure is still there, but the clock part is missing. "Weird," we noticed one morning, "it's gone." *long pause and then still in a Kirk impression* "GONE!!!"
So now we do that. Silly, but keeps us awake on the way to work.