Sunday, March 27, 2011

the friendly toot...


Have you ever been sitting at a light and look down for one second and look up to see the light green and before you can get your foot from the brake to the gas you hear some ummmmm...person...honk from behind you? grumblesassafrassasnarkenbumblegrumper....

yeah I hate it when that happens.

Waiting in line is hard. It is hard to sit and wait at a light when it is red and you wish it green. It is harder still when you are second in line. The wait is just that much more insidious.
That car in front of you is trying to bug you. You just know it. You saw them change lanes. You had an open turn lane right up until the last 50 feet and then that car up there just turned right in front of you. Just to make you mad. Obviously they are not paying attention.
They are probably on the phone.

In your opinion they should have their left foot on the brake and their right foot hovering over the gas just waiting for that light to turn green.
Yes, they should.

Do you honk?
Are you a honker?
Do you wish there was some way to say "Hey dorkwad...pay attention!" But in a completely friendly and Christianly sweet (if insincere) way???

Announcing "The Friendly Toot".
For a low, low, notsolow one time only installation fee you can be the proud owner of technology's version of a kick in the pants.
This little baby presents itself as small button mounted on your dashboard that, when pressed, gives a quick loving sound when you want to get that certain someone's attention without exciting their ire.
It says "WAKE UP" in all lower case letters.
It harnesses your cool and lets you keep your pinky up as you drive your land rover down the freeway of success.
Move people without breaking a sweat.
Get your way without the guilt.
Clear your path and remain the lady you were meant to be.
Make yer mama proud.
The Friendly Toot.
Instead of hitting the horn...tap the toot.
The Friendly Toot.

In stores nowhere.
(other tooting applications may apply)

Saturday, March 26, 2011

the secret life of quilters....


So we go into a little itty bitty quilters supply store and JerryJoeJimBob asks us what he can help us find.
We need some black fabric.
He can hook us up.
How much do we need?
30 yards.
Well, no, he can't help us with that much on such short notice but if we have cash in hand we can
"go down 30 to Harry Hines and exit Perth and drive into the warehouse district and blah blah blah and under the bridge and turn left and they can help us.
Now you gotta be sure to have cash in hand because money talks and these little oriental ladies have everything you could possibly need. If ya know what I mean.
Watch out tho,cuz they got the good stuff... and they got the other stuff...if ya know what I mean"

We nod. Never intending to make the trip downtown but entranced by the story.

"Remember, cash in hand. Just take 30 down to blah blah.....turn left. There's a jiggle joint on the corner there ladies, if ya know what I mean."

As we leave we discuss the true definition of jiggle joint and wonder if we should be concerned that somehow we just made a drug deal.

Still laughing.