Neanderpundit

I have to fix something in a big hurry, and end up at Grainger picking up emergency stuff. The counter girl is nice, and pretty, and flirty. She helps me with my stuff, though I’m having a time getting all the things i need- and I head back out to the car.

All the time, apparently, she’s been sitting at the computer on a tall stool

As I get about halfway to my car I hear ‘Mr Og! Mr Og!” behind me and I turn around to discover I’m being pursued by an achondroplastic dwarf. For a moment I’m in a Fellini film, and i hobble towards my truck as fast as my crippled up knees will carry me. She catches up, and I realize, I just forgot one of the parts I needed. So She hands it to me, grabs my hand and squeezes it, winks and grins and runs back up the steps to the grainger.

That’s kind of stuck wth me all weekend, and it’s still making me wonder what kind of mushrooms I’ve been eating.

seventeen hojillion tapemeasures.

None of which can be found within a hundred feet of where I sit right now. I will go to Horror Freight and purchase two more in a few minutes, one to use, and one to add to the cache of the ones I have stashed away somewhere. For as soon as i HAVE a TAPEMEASURE IN MY HAND, the balance of them will appear as if on cue.

Came back from the parish’s corned beef and cabbage dinner to discover a pamphlet left by the Jehovah’s Witnesses.

Apparently they’ve discovered that Jesus was not only pasty white, but based on the picture, Richard Chamberlain. I feel bad anymore about mocking the poor fools, so it’s better I don’t confront them, I suppose.