Wednesday, July 28, 2004
8-track
After a pretty non-productive day at the office I took the girls to the FAC. I was playing it by ear with regard to my back. Ended up just doing the elliptical and no weights. A couple more days won't hurt and could help. Or maybe just one more day -- might go in tomorrow.
Anyhow, went to Wal-Mart afterwards (woo-hoo!) I'm circling an aisle with Patty and we're having some silly conversation ("What would you eat if you were a fish? That girl's developing a fine sense of the surreal. I've got to introduce her to Python.) and I notice this odd looking couple looking at the car radios.
"Are you gonna git one with a CD (pronounced "say-day")?" asked the skinny, stringy haired girl.
"Naw" replied camo T-shirt and cheesy mustache, "I wanna git an 8-track."
Now, I didn't get a real good look at these two. It's entirely possible that they were being sarcastic. In fact, it's probable that they were kidding around. But they were just odd looking enough, and the lines delivered just deadpan enough, to leave the possibility that this was a genuine exchange.
I love this state.
Anyhow, went to Wal-Mart afterwards (woo-hoo!) I'm circling an aisle with Patty and we're having some silly conversation ("What would you eat if you were a fish? That girl's developing a fine sense of the surreal. I've got to introduce her to Python.) and I notice this odd looking couple looking at the car radios.
"Are you gonna git one with a CD (pronounced "say-day")?" asked the skinny, stringy haired girl.
"Naw" replied camo T-shirt and cheesy mustache, "I wanna git an 8-track."
Now, I didn't get a real good look at these two. It's entirely possible that they were being sarcastic. In fact, it's probable that they were kidding around. But they were just odd looking enough, and the lines delivered just deadpan enough, to leave the possibility that this was a genuine exchange.
I love this state.
// posted by Frank L. Dempsey @ 11:52 PM 
