Friday, July 29, 2005
morning mud treatment, Sloth, and the Eagle countdown
As we are all painfully aware, my road has been under construction for the last 6 months at least (the whole time I've been living there). Well, the other day, they finally got around to paving the entrance to my driveway, which has meant for me, parking roughly 1/4 of a mile from the actual shed. It rained last night, so when I went out to the car this morning, everything was a tad damp. The dirt looked pretty solid, but when I stepped on it, I stepped IN it. I sank into about six inches of mud, ruining my shoes, getting my feet all nasty and making me late for the beginning of the end at the Eagle.
As I stood there, my feet caked in bright brown goo, a Latino knight in shining reflective road worker armor rode up on his trusty bulldozer, chuckled a bit, and said, "You need some water." "Thank you," I replied, "that's helpful." The conversation continued:
Luis: You have to go around.
Me: Around where?!? It's all mud!
Luis: We gonna fix it right now.
Me: Yeah, well that doesn't help me be on time for work.
Luis: You work?
Me: Yeah.
Luis: What's jour name?
Me: Beth. What's yours?
Luis: Luis.
Me: Mucho gusto.
Luis: (a smile spreading across his face) Ahh, you espeak eSpanish.
Me: Un poco.
Luis: You married?
Me: (confused as to why the conversation has suddenly taken this turn) No.
Luis: Why not?
Me: WHAT?!
(Enter Mexi-mulleted co-worker of Luis)
Mullet: (chuckling) You need some water.
I turned to go back to the shed, dialing and re-dialing AE as I go to let them know I'll be late. I hastily rinse off my shoes and feet, filling my bathtub with mud and rocks. I got as much mud as I could off my shoes and put them out on the porch to dry. I then cleaned out the bathtub, put on different shoes and went back out to navigate the gauntlet that is my driveway. After a jaunt around my neighbors' house and through their driveway, over a large pile of rocks and past the left-over scraps of highway work materials, I make it to my car and head to work.
Then we saw Sloth (from the Goonies) at the bank. This story is pretty uneventful, but it made us laugh a good bit.
I worked a little extra at the Eagle to make up for my tardiness. Then I headed home to find that the shoes I had put out on the porch to dry are not only still slightly muddy, but also now covered in bird crap. Greeeeeeeaaat.
I'm going to take a nap now.
As I stood there, my feet caked in bright brown goo, a Latino knight in shining reflective road worker armor rode up on his trusty bulldozer, chuckled a bit, and said, "You need some water." "Thank you," I replied, "that's helpful." The conversation continued:
Luis: You have to go around.
Me: Around where?!? It's all mud!
Luis: We gonna fix it right now.
Me: Yeah, well that doesn't help me be on time for work.
Luis: You work?
Me: Yeah.
Luis: What's jour name?
Me: Beth. What's yours?
Luis: Luis.
Me: Mucho gusto.
Luis: (a smile spreading across his face) Ahh, you espeak eSpanish.
Me: Un poco.
Luis: You married?
Me: (confused as to why the conversation has suddenly taken this turn) No.
Luis: Why not?
Me: WHAT?!
(Enter Mexi-mulleted co-worker of Luis)
Mullet: (chuckling) You need some water.
I turned to go back to the shed, dialing and re-dialing AE as I go to let them know I'll be late. I hastily rinse off my shoes and feet, filling my bathtub with mud and rocks. I got as much mud as I could off my shoes and put them out on the porch to dry. I then cleaned out the bathtub, put on different shoes and went back out to navigate the gauntlet that is my driveway. After a jaunt around my neighbors' house and through their driveway, over a large pile of rocks and past the left-over scraps of highway work materials, I make it to my car and head to work.
Then we saw Sloth (from the Goonies) at the bank. This story is pretty uneventful, but it made us laugh a good bit.
I worked a little extra at the Eagle to make up for my tardiness. Then I headed home to find that the shoes I had put out on the porch to dry are not only still slightly muddy, but also now covered in bird crap. Greeeeeeeaaat.
I'm going to take a nap now.
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I'm a bit confused by the "we" and "us" in the part about seeing Sloth at the bank. Did Luis and/or Mexi-mulleted co-worker of Luis go with you to work and then to the bank???
you complain about not getting dates, but i'm pretty sure luis was interested. maybe you shouldn't be quite so picky. ;)
The REAL Sloth????? I'm so confused. I don't know this story. As far as your blog name, I think it should be, "At least I don't live in Ohio." Trust me.
are you still alive? have you gone on a blog strike? how are we supposed to keep up with your life if you don't post?