Depths of Depravity

After all the snow, salt, and now pollen, my car was due for a major
sloughing. I took it to the car wash where they clean your car inside
and out. I only get the car cleaned this way a couple times a year and
each time I thank my lucky stars that I am not a car cleaning person
by trade.

Even though I made my trip mid-week and mid-day the place was packed.
I queued up in lane 3 and waited. Sometime later an SUV (why is it
always an SUV?) barrelled into a new fourth lane. She then proceeded
to cut off everyone waiting in the first three lanes to he next in
line. It was infuriating and when I caught up with her inside I told
her she had cut ahead of at least four other people.

So I was a little ticked but feeling better. That is until I saw The
Ridiculously Demanding Customer. The RDC was a blob of a lady who
looked more like she'd just rolled out of bed than I did. (And that is
really saying something.)

She had asked the cashier inside for dollar bills to tip. That's nice,
but also where we diverge. Since I only get the car cleaned a couple
times a year and I generally find it a thankless job, I tip
generously. Usually $5 or $10 on my $10 wash...

Depravity still to come...

No Need for Familiarity

A new movie is coming and no matter what you do, you can't avoid it. The publicity is everywhere. I don't even really know what it's about an already it makes my cringe. See, I really like Tina Fey. But Steve Carell makes me want to move to a foreign country with few American tv shows or movies. I didn't really dig him on The Daily Show, and it's taken me years to be able to tolerate 22 minutes of his character on The Office. So I find myself annoyed that someone I would watch on-screen, Fey, is paired with someone I know would drive me nuts, Carell. Of course, I'm also not a fan of movies that are about a single day or night (though River Phoenix totally made me forget that in A Night in the Life of Jimmy Reardon). I tend to feel trapped in those minute-by-minute protracted stories. (Think Adventures in Babysitting.) So yeah, Date Night is not for me, but I'll still probably experience 400 ad impressions for it by the time it settles into video rental obscurity.

Anticipation Straight Up

We went to the dog park today. Kirby is still on the leash for each visit. It's our version of post-winter training wheels for him because he forgets his dog manners over the winter months and we're trying to ease him back into society. But there's one thing he can't hide his excitement about: WATER. Today it was 80 degrees. That's an amazing feat considering a month ago we had three feet of snow. Kirby loved playing in that snow. But now, he wants water in all its liquid glory. He wants to run with the big dogs. Nevermind that most of them are the "wash and wear" variety where Kirby and Lexi are decidedly not. At the dog park Kirby clung to the fence overlooking the creek where the dogs play. He hovered at the gates hoping a careless dog owner would leave one open and he could escape into his aquatic nirvana. We felt plenty mean for not letting him dive in with the other dogs. He will get to swim with the big dogs soon, but we have to prep the car with the Dog Park Bag which holds enough towels to keep the dogs foul post-swim wetness relatively contained for the car ride home. Then we'll have to give him the first bath he's had in oh, maybe nine months. Even if we half-ass it and hose him down in the back yard it's still quite a commitment.


But oh boy, is it worth it to Kirby.