Ok, so I'm trapped here on the couch because I'm sick and thinking about a whole lot of things. I'd much rather be out doing something- anything, really. Except pumping gas because you know how I hate to do that. Oh, and leaf blowing. WHO LEAF BLOWS on a Saturday afternoon? I can just pictures some putz of a man sitting there on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Or maybe he's not a putz, but an attractive, fit man. Anyways. "Hey baby, I'm going to go out and use the leaf blower."
I'm sorry. I just don't see it.
It reminds me of the people I see using those little mini leaf blowers on the street downtown. I'm convinced that there are two shifts: One shift that blows the leaves off the street, and the other shift that blows the leaves on the sidewalk, from the street. And I'm betting that sometimes the shifts overlap and one guy says to the other, "Dude! You just blew leaves on my sidewalk."
Random, Delicate Thoughts.
Labels: Have You Been McNabbed? chelsea-isms, Random"Sorry, man."
So the other day I went to the post office. Now, every morning I go to the post office downtown. Naturally, I've struck up a certain good morning/head nod/have a great day type of relationship with the mail persons.
Last week the mailman was running behind; No problem, I'll get it later.
The next day he said, "Miss, I'm sorry about yesterday. Y'know what happened right after you left? I found your bucket of mail!"
"Awww, bummer!"
"I was going to bring it to you, but....
I didn't know where you worked."
Think about it.
Posted by Chelsea at 1:00 PM
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