2016 through 2019 were interesting, so let’s take a look back and carry on from last week.
First, do snot rockets still matter in 2019? They certainly did in April 2016, when I posted about a trip to the car wash in which an attendant shot a honker on the pavement. The following week, Prince passed away, and I had a runny nose because I was crying rivers. Still do anytime one of his songs comes on. Old music icons die after an honorable career, but younger music babies leave so much undone.
October 2016 saw a look inside the customer mind of Mr. Pompous, somebody who had a complaint, but didn’t want to specify what it was or elaborate on what he really wanted, opting instead to stand on a soapbox and rattle on about nothing. I had his kid brother this past week, on Christmas Eve of all days. I’m sure the pair are related. Fortunately, this fellow had a complaint, and when we mentioned that we went over the details with him when he chose the thing he complained about, he suggested we were calling him stupid. Unless we can encrypt defamatory language inbetween the lines of our replies, that did not happen. We reached an impasse when we closed the conversation due to his reactions, though he got one last comment in: “It’s not over until I say it’s over.” And out.
I went on multiple food runs for the office, fielded conversations which only vaguely resembled English, visited New York and found things to comment upon every time, and tried my best to field life through a sieve of reason to make it work better. It worked sometimes. The past two years have been a blur, possibly because of the politics, the uprisings, climate change, money issues and the stress of driving to and from work for two hours every day.
My favorite parts of the past decade? Petting cats and talking stupid language to dogs. Watching shows that won’t change my life. Collecting DVDs to watch–unless the technology changes again–in my retirement. Learning how to needle felt. Crocheting like crazy and making what now amounts to 28 afghans.
Whatever comes around in 2020 and beyond, the simple things make the complicated ones easier to stomach. Happy New Year and Decade, everybody.
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