So today started off kinda odd and just keep on going in that direction. My trip to visit my family for the weekend didn't go as well as i would have liked, but overall it was nice. After a very dramatic Saturday, i passed out with the idea of leaving in the morning to avoid easter traffic. As i was eating breakfast this morning (damned early risers getting me up at the ungodly hour of 8am), my grandmother commented that someone had hit a rabbit on the road near our house. My first thought of "poor fluffy creature" was quickly replaced with how surreal it was that a bunny had become roadkill on easter morning. I mean, sure, my parents live out in the country and there are all sorts of random animals out and about at night, but mostly deer, stray cats/dogs, and a stray mountain lion. My mind started to race along with random tangents about the poor dead bunny. I mean, what if some kids saw it? Would they think the easter bunny was dead? Was there some little girl, dressed a cute pink dress with lacey white gloves on her way to church, crying her eyes out over the 'ewather bunny'? I figured, the best we coulda done would be to put out an easter basket on the side of the road with some easter grass and scrambled eggs. While this might seem a little morbid at first, atleast i'm not giving kids chocolate bunnies or marshmellow birds and encouraging them to bite off their heads/ears. :P
The drive back to Dallas was long and rather dull (as i have no radio and my MP3 player is sans ac adapter). As such, i had plenty of time to wonder all sorts of things i normally wouldn't. I passed a slightly customized red civic with clear light covers, frosted white tint, and a white ribbon sticker on the back. I couldn't figure out if they supported the WRC (men against other men's violence towards women) or if they just added it cause it looked as if they were supporting something and it matched. A few miles later, i spent about 5-8 miles in the company of a young girl driving a gold saturn. Now, being an avid people watcher, i've noticed that very, very few people tend to look at anyone outside of their cars when driving. I was wondering that as we had progressed from using walking/horse travel to cars as our primary modes of transport, if we had forgone the chance to meet some potentially very interesting/special people that could have enhanced our lives. I decided that this prospect was a little too disconcerting and bid adieu to my saturn friend at the 35E/35W split.
I went to go see Lucky number Slevin tonight with my roomie. Considering we had some time to kill (and gumbling in out tummies) we decided to go eat at chili's. We got a waitress that i hadn't seen before, and when giving our orders, i made some light-hearted joke about the difference between Savory steak butter, butter, and Spicy Cajun butter. Sadly, she was all serious and gave some half-hearted answer. Each and every time she came to our tables before it was "tip-time", she didn't smile and despite all attempts, seemed upset, too busy to talk (3 tables in the entire restaurant), or just plain determined to have no fun what-so-ever. With my roomie and i both in a bit of shock over the whole affair, we briefly contemplated asking her if something was wrong. After a few minutes of discussion, i decided that if something was seriously wrong, it may be better not to seem too intrusive. So, i settled for leaving a little pick-me up note on the back of the receipt. I hope it helped in some way, or if nothing else to serve as a warning to how she's presenting herself to her customers.
The drive back to Dallas was long and rather dull (as i have no radio and my MP3 player is sans ac adapter). As such, i had plenty of time to wonder all sorts of things i normally wouldn't. I passed a slightly customized red civic with clear light covers, frosted white tint, and a white ribbon sticker on the back. I couldn't figure out if they supported the WRC (men against other men's violence towards women) or if they just added it cause it looked as if they were supporting something and it matched. A few miles later, i spent about 5-8 miles in the company of a young girl driving a gold saturn. Now, being an avid people watcher, i've noticed that very, very few people tend to look at anyone outside of their cars when driving. I was wondering that as we had progressed from using walking/horse travel to cars as our primary modes of transport, if we had forgone the chance to meet some potentially very interesting/special people that could have enhanced our lives. I decided that this prospect was a little too disconcerting and bid adieu to my saturn friend at the 35E/35W split.
I went to go see Lucky number Slevin tonight with my roomie. Considering we had some time to kill (and gumbling in out tummies) we decided to go eat at chili's. We got a waitress that i hadn't seen before, and when giving our orders, i made some light-hearted joke about the difference between Savory steak butter, butter, and Spicy Cajun butter. Sadly, she was all serious and gave some half-hearted answer. Each and every time she came to our tables before it was "tip-time", she didn't smile and despite all attempts, seemed upset, too busy to talk (3 tables in the entire restaurant), or just plain determined to have no fun what-so-ever. With my roomie and i both in a bit of shock over the whole affair, we briefly contemplated asking her if something was wrong. After a few minutes of discussion, i decided that if something was seriously wrong, it may be better not to seem too intrusive. So, i settled for leaving a little pick-me up note on the back of the receipt. I hope it helped in some way, or if nothing else to serve as a warning to how she's presenting herself to her customers.