the absurd

Drinking Dilemma. There is a drinking fountain at work that is in a main hallway. (fascinated yet? haha.) Today it was totally dismantled. Pipes and screws and o rings and every other kind of part all over it. Seems like the condition of the fountain should be simple for any passerby to deduce, yet just in case a sheet of loose leaf was marked "Out of Order" and put on top of it.

Scoping Soldier. I saw a man on the brown line platform waiting impatiently for his train. He was dressed in camouflage and looked like he had government issue backpack and boots. In an effort to see if the train was coming, he pulled out his scope and checked both directions. hahhaha. Who needs bus tracker when you have that?

Tanning Terror. This past weekend I found a dress for Genna's wedding. Thanks to Alli for getting me through David's bridal without crying, breaking something or making a terrible selection. ("Maybe I could just get a skit and then find something to go with it.") Anyway, the dress is clover and flowy and alot of back and arms- alot of my winter WHITE back and arms (oh-except for the cross on my back still courtesy of this past summer's burn). This caused me to want to go tanning so I went to Ultimate Exposure after work on Monday. Basically you can start laughing now, but I assure you that the name is only half the fun. After I asked the lady a bunch of questions and heard my Mom's voice very clearly in my head telling me to walk out, I got a 3 month membership. Would you believe that was cheaper that just 30 days? This super patient lady gives me goggles and a packet of tanning lotion- takes me to the room and shows me how to work the machine. I do my thing and get in the bed and then start to pull the cover closed and realize that my whole body is clenched in panic. I suddenly have visions of the lid getting locked shut, the machine burning me to a crisp like Larry and Beilke in that one episode of Perfect Strangers and dying. I left my hand sticking out a bit as a safety precaution, secure my goggles of the 50th time and turn on the bed. I am trying to relax... trying to believe Alli when she says that it will be a wonderful warm nap, but I am struggling. Now I am not only afraid of getting locked in, but also going blind- you have to admit, there are alot of intimidating signs around the place. You would have thought I was doing some kind of freaky version of the Hokey Pokey or Father Abraham- Hand out, eyes clamped shut, keep breathing, and count...
Oh yeah, I forgot to ask the lady how the timer issue works while I was still dressed so I was trying to count to the recommended 8 minutes in my head. :) I am happy to report that today was a bit better... still no day at the beach though.

Looking up that video of Perfect Strangers has caused a flood of my favorite childhood shows to surface and now I am hopelessly watching theme song videos to them:
Who's the Boss?
Step by Step
21 Jumpstreet
Growing Pains
My 2 Dads
Bosom Buddies
Night Court
Webster
Family Matters
Head of the Class
Silver Spoons
Full House
Alf
Blossom
Sister Sister
VR Troopers