Category: laffs
There’s No Curiosity About It
To end the week, I bring you something that was posted on Facebook several days ago, but was so damn brilliant that I keep going back to it for a laugh.
I think you gotta be a New Mexican to really appreciate it. Mars ain’t got nuthin’ we haven’t already seen flying by at the family picnic.
To read more from the brilliant Mr. Sharp, check out his regular contributions to Desert Exposure under the pen name Henry Lightcap.
Screen shot used with permission and gratitude. Image from NASA.
And That’s All She Had to Say About That
The scene: Tuesday evening in Opelika, Alabama at a delicious little restaurant called the Warehouse Bistro.
The people: Several of my coworkers, a large group of folks from the supplier we were visiting, and me.
The situation: We’d had a day long business meeting. It had been a full marathon session that was mostly good and occasionally heated. We ended the work day on a good note and headed off for drinks and good eats. We’d all started with a few mixed drinks, then beers and wine bottles were ordered, and delicious food was served. Near the end of the night as the servers cleared dessert plates the whole group was feeling quite convivial, there was a lot of good natured ribbing going back and forth.
I got a fair bit of grief for being from California. Things like “you buncha wine sniffing weirdos” and “You damn Californians!” I’m used to it, I get it back home in New Mexico too, so I know how to hold my own.
At the table were three guys who had driven over to Alabama from Daytona, Florida. It’s about a seven hour drive and they had seen the entire span of Georgia along the way. This one ol’ boy from Florida was the one leading the charge on giving people grief. He was dishing it out pretty hard to everyone at the table. Didn’t matter who you were or where you were from, you were gonna get your share. Even the guy from Australia.
So at one point he was talking about the drive over and saying, “geez, what is it with Georgia? All along the road all we saw were adult shops and fireworks stands. I mean all along I-10 that’s all there was. I couldn’t find a damn McDonalds but I could find all that crazy stuff. There’s gotta be something wrong with Georgia.”
Then he got an evil look in his eye.
He turned to the sweetest, quietest girl in the room who was sitting at the end of the table.
“Hey Cathy*, you’re from Georgia. What’s up with that? I mean, I thought this was the Bible Belt!”
She paused, took a sip of sweet tea, then said, very clearly so all could hear….”That’s because here in Georgia, we’re so good, when we’re done having a little fun we don’t smoke a cigarette, we light off a Roman candle.”
The room was quiet for one, two three beats….then came thunderous applause and laughter.
In the vernacular of our times, that ol’ boy from Florida just got served. In the most quiet, gentle and polite Southern way.
Loved it!
Image found at AnimalCapshunz.com * Not her real name
What Tuesday Looked Like
Tuesday. It wasn’t pretty.
I’m going toe to toe with an obnoxious company who are being jerks simply for the pleasure of being jerks.
I’ve gone twelve rounds with these yabos and I’m e-x-h-a-u-s-t-e-d.
And so, this is the perfect representation of my Tuesday.
This photo, oddly enough, was taken while I was on an evening con call with a whole other clan of jerkwads.
The Good Man texted me from the living room to ask how I was doing and this was the reply he got.
Rawr face. Coming at you.
May Wednesday be nicer.
Photo Copyright 2012, Karen Fayeth, subject to the Creative Commons license in the far right column of this page, and taken with an iPhone4s and the Camera+ app.
El Paso – Singapore – London Connection
As a New Mexican who has spent a lot of time in that infamous border town of El Paso, I’m always more than a little amused to find traces of the familiar in another country.
Ya’ll will recall my find at Mustafa Market in Singapore:
It’s made in Spain which veers dangerously into “get a rope” category.
But then imagine my giggling surprise while deep underground at the Mornington Crescent tube station in London’s Camden neighborhood:
The bejeweled gloved hand. The Brit flags. Juxtaposed with, well, El Paso.
Surreal.
Now I’ve never thought Old El Paso brand was all that authentic anyway, but it gives me a swell of pride to find the city of El Paso representin’ across this globe.
Saaaalute!