If there’s one thing I hate, it’s plumbing problems. It’s “funny”, cause I love water. Not in the sense that we’re supposedly composed of 90% water and we can’t live without it. I mean, sure…that’s “probably” true and all. But, I was more talking about swimming. As in, swimming pools. God! Do I love a nice, chlorinated pool.
I was at my local supermarket, last Saturday, doing my daily food shopping. Why daily you ask? Cause usually there’s a transaction like thus that goes down in my house:
“Fadder. There’s nothing to eat, Fadder.”
“Well, there might be if you little piggies didn’t continuously stuff your faces!”
That, in a nutshell, is why they know me by name at my local supermarket(s).
In any case, I had my basket full of groceries and headed on down to the check out. Now, the thing about your friendly neighborhood jman is that I hate the self-check out. I really do. I know. I know. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking: “Why? It’s soooo convenient. There’s hardly ever lines and best of all, you don’t have to interact with another human being.” Look, if that’s what you’re thinking, then that’s pretty sad! We’re social beings, people. It’s ok to smile, say hello and stand awkwardly around for 5 minutes or so while some stranger touches/examines/fondles each one of your items. And you know they’re trying to figure out what exactly will be going on that night when you’ve got whipped cream, chocolate covered strawberries and flowers on the conveyer belt in front of you.
I love power. Man! Do I love power. There’s nothing like it. Where the hell would we be without it? And the thing is, we all take it for granted. All of us. It’s not until it’s gone do you get an inkling what it means to you. Us. The planet. It’s not until your 6 hours into only the big guy know’s how long of a hurricane Irene stretch that you realize how much you rely on electricity. Awwww…who am I kidding? 6 hours? Ha! Six seconds after the house lost power, I was wondering what the hell I was gonna do until this shit passed.