Got a ladder in yer cube?

Dum de dum de dum de… Lemme see… Bagged my walk this morning. Sidewalks had the lightest little glaze of ice crystals. At 30 degrees, Chaco sandals with Smart Wool socks were my choice of footwear. It was too warm out for my clunky old boots. Alas, it wasn’t like there was a quarter inch of ice coating everything but it was juuuuuust a wee leetle bit too slippery for worn out sandals (note to self). But YakTrax would’ve been overkill. Hum de dum… I decided to bag it.

Drove the GG over to That Darn EPA. On the way home, I stopped for a pedestrian “approaching” a marked crosswalk. It is a four lane road and the idjit in the next lane over from me whaled past me through the crosswalk at a high rate of speed. I am so glad that the *pedestrian* was WATCHING because I did *not* want to watch him get slammed into, fly up in the air and land on his face in the road. And then get run over by another vee-hickle. Nope. Not in the mood for that. In hindsight, I was kind of wishing I had had a video camera handy for that little episode. Maybe if our wondrous city council could see a few of these little incidents they would repeal this dangerous ordinance. Actually I did have a video camera but it’s my iPhone and fumbling for it, unlocking, opening the camera app, switching to video mode and hitting the record button was just a little too much for that situation.

When I stopped for the pedestrian and he started to cross, he looked at me and we connected. Not some big connection, just “I see you and you see me”. That other vee-hickle? Not so much. Whooosh! Too bad the Ninja doesn’t have a built-in cam that you can operate by pushing a button. Entrepreneurs? Or… Maybe the damn city council could just install a cheap webcam at the crosswalk so they could watch the scary things that happen. But they won’t. Because they truly believe that they are trying to make crosswalks safe. Alas, they are not… Sigh…

Fumbly bumbly. I returned to the Landfill and scrabbled up some breakfast and trolled (trawled?) the internet for a while and then headed off to my loverly dog-poopy cube aaaaaaannnndddd…

Dum de dum de dum… This beauteous blue ladder was in my cube today. How do you do, Blue Ladder? Oh yes, this provided a lot of entertainment for everyone on my team today. There was talk of standing on it to lob things “over the wall” into W1.5’s cube. Which led to talk of lobbing all sorts of things over the walls. We don’t really do that kind of thing where I work now. Back when I worked over there at That Darn EPA, we would regularly lob things around the office, rubber bands and paper airplanes and I fergit what else. I don’t know why we don’t do that kind of thing at my job nowadays. Maybe it’s because we are all old. Or maybe it’s because my old buddy Carpenter doesn’t work with us. (Where the heck are you, anyway? Are you on facebook? Find me, please.)

So, Blue Ladder graced my cube all day today. In fact, I kept catching it in the corner of my eye and jumping a bit. “Who’s there? Oh, it’s just you, loverly Blue Ladder.” Grok Grok. Hey, kin me ‘n’ Greeeeeen Guy come over thare agin? Grook frogok. We wanna sit on Blue Ladder with Wolvie ‘n’ Sparty ‘n’ sum o’ Broooosie’s other aminals! Grfok Grogk.

2 Responses to “Got a ladder in yer cube?”

  1. Sam Says:

    Accessorizing, KW? I continue to learn from you….

  2. Margaret Says:

    Glad for no accident! I am always startled by things I don’t expect and sometimes even shriek–which many people find quite amusing.