AMRAP in 20 minutes of:
I was going to go for a nice long walk tonight on my favorite trail, but the humidity is something like 135% so I decided maybe I better not. Seriously, when you go outside it’s like the Wicked Witch of the West in Wizard of Oz: “I’m meeeeeelting!”
I was at the local farm store buying a shopping cart full of baling twine when a customer asked the clerk where the tarps were. The clerk sweetly replied “In the automotive section.” The customer then proceeded to figuratively give the clerk a new bodily orifice. Yikes.
The clerks and the customers standing there then had a small discussion about why everyone was grouchy. We decided it was the heat and the 135% humidity. And possibly just that she was a b@tch. Well, that one was kind of between the lines, but I’m pretty sure everyone was thinking it.
I would have told her “The tarps are right next to the tarp straps. Duh!” If someone is going to figuratively give you a new bodily orifice you might as well get your money’s worth.
You know, sometimes I hate living in the boonies. But sometimes you can have the most interesting conversations standing in line at the feed store. You can cover politics, the Conservation Reserve Program, the pitching woes of the Minnesota Twins (Carl Pavano, WTF?), the weather (of course), history, religion, the mysterious inner workings of balers and the quality of the bacon cheeseburgers at the local drive inn.
Those snobs from back East probably don’t even know what a feed store is, let alone what kind of intellectual stimulation is to be found there standing in line with complete strangers. And by back East I mean, like, Brookings.
(You probably won’t understand that unless you’re a South Dakotan. Or if you’re from Brookings.)