Good Times, Noodle Salad
My left shoulder has been killing me lately, and I realized that the pouch that attaches to my 3 lb. laptop in its black neoprene case seemed rather heavy, so I made an inventory of its contents. Three shades of lip gloss, six pens, several folded scraps of paper, my miniscule Olympus digital voice recorder, a paintbrush, a small bottle of lens cleaner, two watches, laptop charger and cord, wallet and checkbook, a mini mouse... and finally, squirreled away in the pocket where my Olympus camera usually rides, I discovered the $10 roll of quarters I traded Jeff for weeks ago. That explains that. But now I have no excuse not to do laundry and wash my vehicles.
I used to love opening rolls of quarters at the gift shop. I would whack them on the edge of the counter and empty them into the register drawer with one hand like I was cracking an egg dramatically into a bowl. People went nuts over it.
I stopped by Mary's business to pay my rent tonight, and during the course of our conversation, she said, "I wish you and my son would get together, because I like you both." I had to laugh. She found a hispanic couple with a little girl to rent the groundfloor apartment. I have no problem with kid noise, but I'll throw a hissy fit if they play Joan Sebastian at high volume all the livelong day. In my life I've been forced to endure more than my share of banda, and I won't take any more.
I used to love opening rolls of quarters at the gift shop. I would whack them on the edge of the counter and empty them into the register drawer with one hand like I was cracking an egg dramatically into a bowl. People went nuts over it.
I stopped by Mary's business to pay my rent tonight, and during the course of our conversation, she said, "I wish you and my son would get together, because I like you both." I had to laugh. She found a hispanic couple with a little girl to rent the groundfloor apartment. I have no problem with kid noise, but I'll throw a hissy fit if they play Joan Sebastian at high volume all the livelong day. In my life I've been forced to endure more than my share of banda, and I won't take any more.
posted by A at
7:30 PM
3 Comments:
Again, I feel your pain, except that mine is in the right shoulder: AC adaptor, Altoids, iPod, earbuds, sunglass case, cell phone, small mirror, black and red pens, miscellaneous correspondence, hardcover novel (Auster), hardcover journal, notebook, iBook. It adds up.
Probably we should consider alternating shoulders.
Oddly enough, my bag is supposed to be ergonomic.
Save us from those that want to play match maker...
There is no ergonomic way to add extra weight to the human frame. This I have known since I was 13.
And his mother, no less! So I couldn't even give her my reasons why not.
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