I
must be weird…
Wait, don’t answer
that. I already know
the answer.
Last week I was
sitting in the lobby
at my dentist. His
office has two
entrances. If you
come in the back
door, there is a
sign that directs
you to the lobby by
turning either left
or right.
I have never given
it much thought on
which way I should
turn. It doesn’t
really matter to me
one way or the
other. Sometimes I
go left, sometimes I
go right. It depends
on how I feel that
day. I have no set
pattern. Both ways
are the same
distance so either
one of them will get
you to the lobby in
the same amount of
time.
So, while I’m
waiting, this lady
comes to the
reception desk and
is clearly
frustrated. She
wants an answer as
to which way she
should turn when she
enters the offices.
Should she go left
or should she go
right? She says that
she is confused and
wants to make
certain she is doing
the proper thing.
The receptionist
tells her that it
really doesn’t make
any difference, but
she keeps going on
and on about how
difficult she finds
the rear entrance to
be. I want to tell
her to just come in
the front door and
save herself all of
the grief. But the
better part of me
tells me to just
keep my mouth shut
and let well enough
alone. Personally I
think the lady has
too much time on her
hands to be worried
over something so
trivial.
But then, that’s my
opinion.
At the same time, my
wife and I went to a
funeral last week
and as a result
endured another of
my pet peeves. You
probably will think
this is funny, but
it always seems
strange to me to see
folks you only see
at funerals and you
greet each other
with “It’s so good
to see you again.”
Isn’t there
something better you
could say besides
this? I wish Emily
Post were still
around so I could
ask her. Perhaps she
would be able to
come up with some
sort of
substitution. But
then again, maybe
I’m a little bit
strange and worried
about things that
don’t really matter,
much like the lady
at the dentist’s
office. Does it
really matter how we
greet people at a
funeral? Does this
bother anyone else?
I don’t know, but it
just sounds odd to
me to be ‘happy’ or
‘good’ to see
someone you haven’t
seen in a long time
at a sad occasion.
What do you think?
If you can read a
note of sarcasm in
this week’s effort,
you would be astute.
I am up to my ears
hearing about the
election and
watching the warring
ads for either side
blaze across the
television screen
each evening. The
economy is in the
dumpster and no one
seems to have a clue
as to how it might
be fixed. You can
turn off the
television, not pick
up your papers and
listen to music on
the radio rather
than the talking
heads for a solid
week and you won’t
miss a thing.
If we go to war with
anyone or are about
to be attacked, you
can always catch up
on what’s going on
by grabbing one of
those so-called
‘magazines’ at the
checkout counter at
the grocery store.
They seem to have
all of the latest
news including which
presidential
candidate is really
an alien from the
planet Zenon. Or
better yet, which
candidates actually
have eight toes on
their left foot.
Stuff we can all
easily check out for
ourselves. I’m
beginning to believe
they have about as
much truthful
information as what
I see on regular
television or read
in the national
papers. And I think
I should tell you
that I am also
beginning to believe
that televised
wrestling is real.
I mean, come on…I
overheard several
people at the
funeral talking
about a match they
had seen the other
week. They thought
it was real. Why
would they lie?
Come to think of it
the lady at the
dentists office had
on a ‘Hulk Hogan’
tee shirt. That
should have told me
something.
I need a vacation. I
don’t know about
you, but I’m really
looking forward to
November the fifth.
It can’t come too
soon to suit me.
