When we went to visit GPop's family a little while back, I was relaxing in the passenger seat while we made our three-hour drive to the family homestead. GPop tends to drive a little faster than my old-lady speed (cruise control at the speed limit in the right lane), so we were slowly passing traffic. We had recently discovered that our new phones could be used as MP3 players, so I loaded up the phone with plenty of Car Talk, Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me, and Le Show.
I was people watching with my sunglasses on, and I thought it would be interesting to find someone to blog about. As we approached one tractor-trailer rig, I saw the driver in his rear-view mirror. He was kind of tan, but it looked like his nose might be in a bandage, because it was a bit lighter than the rest of his face. As we got closer, I laughed at the idea that he was wearing one of those novelty pairs of glasses with the nose and mustache. I felt bad, because the guy was probably recovering from some operation or injury.
Nope. Sure enough, he was wearing the novelty glasses. He was hoping someone would notice, so I smiled and gave him a thumb's up. I think we made each other's day.
My favorite Grateful Dead song is "Uncle John's Band."
Thursday, July 10, 2008
My Other Favorite Grateful Dead Song
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I love that trucker. I have fake teef I like to pop in my mouth at odd moments. They made a girl scream at a drive-thru one Valentine's Day.
p.s. you're a radio snob.
p.p.s. go here and buy you some teef:
http://www.drbukk.com/bukkstyles.html
I have Bukk and Incest, but I'd like Sole Survivor if you feel bad about missing my birfday.
When I was in the coveted 18-30 demographic, I routinely received phone surveys from some media company that was very concerned about my radio listening habits. The surveyor would ask if I listened to the station with the Morning Zoo, or the station with the Z, Q, or X in the call letters.
My response was always, "I ONLY listen to our local NPR station. When there's something on the radio, I don't want to hear, I shut it off."
For some reason, they could never quite grasp the concept. When they'd call back the next month, they'd say things like, "Last time, you said you listened to Z-Rock 105. Is that still true?" I had to explain to them, in small words and a firm tone, that I have never in my life, except possibly by accident in someone else's car, listened to Z-Rock 105.
So, yes, I suppose I'm an elitist. I don't like latte or brie, though. Caviar makes me slightly nauseous.
Oh, wait. Brie is that cheese. I do like that. What was I thinking of?
Okay, but have you bought me those teef?
p.s. Word verification is otopoo. That's a first for me.
I just realized that I used a superfluous comma in my previous response. My shame is visible to the world.
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