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| February 28, 1997 |
Get It: 83 |
Vol. 1, No. 34 |
IT'S SOUP: Finally ... after
months of agonizin' over what to do ... we've added another
car to the fleet ... we kinda decided the day before but
busy schedules kept us from goin' out ... last night ...
after we ate dinner ... cleaned up the kitchen ... we
headed over to the car dealership ... the salesman ...
(the one I think's OK ... for a salesman that is) ...
had called me to see if he should start cleanin' up the
car we had our eye on ... I told 'im to wait 'til he saw
the whites of our eyes ... we got there 'bout 8:30 ...
the car was all polished up ... still drippin' a little
from the bumpers ... I shoulda known it was fruitless
to bargain ... he smelled blood 'n there wouldn't be no
dealin' on this one ... we'd tipped our hand ... but I
tried anyway ... he had to take our offer to the dreaded
Sales Manager ... they talked animatedly across the room
... (somebody should come up with an awards show for this
line of work!) ... he came back ... a hang-dog expression
on his face ... they couldn't budge on the price ... but
he'd be happy to throw in a couple o' $9.95 oil changes
if it would help "earn my business" ... he left
to let us discuss it ... it took wifey-poo's objective
view to point out that "he wasn't GIVING me the oil
changes, I'd still have to pay for them just at a normal
special price" ... oh ... we ended up with the sleeves
off his vest for our trouble ... then we started the paperwork
... ouch ... the business office finally called us in
... another gauntlet as we yawned through the presentation
on the extended warranty ... a burglar alarm system ...
only had to say "no" about 20 times before they
let us sign the papers ... home at 11:00 ... jes' hang
up one o' them Chevy "OK" signs over my driveway!
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DO YOU KNOW: The way to San
Jose? ... that's where I'm off to ... gonna hear a bunch
o' experts tell me what it's gonna be like in the next
50 years o' technology ... it'll prob'ly be like me givin'
stock advice ... whatever I say do the opposite! ... but
the trip should be fun anyway ... I sure hope they got
all the mud 'n water cleaned up ... maybe the Sun'll be
shinin' out there ... barrin' any technical difficulties
I'll try to keep up the publishin' from high atop the
Fairmont Hotel in beautiful, downtown San Jose.
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SPRING'S HERE: I went downtown
(D.C.) yesterday for a meetin' ... drove in 'round lunch
time ... (I heard they were servin' lunch so I hurried
up to not miss any free food) ... I don't know what kind
o' jobs all the people down there have ... they must work
for the guv'ment or somethin' ... they were all runnin'
'round in their little flappy runnin' shorts ... tank
tops ... bandannas tied 'round their heads ... while I'll
admit that most of 'em looked like they needed it at least
they coulda had the decency to cover some of it up! ...
I mean I almost lost my appetite! ... notice I said almost
... I tried runnin' once ... but I couldn't manage the
potato chip bag 'n the chocolate chip cookies at the same
time ... the hat with the beer can on either side didn't
work too well either ... the joggin' shook the beer up
'n made it foamy!
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"Don't let the Sun set today
without telling someone you know how much you really care
for them - especially if they're childless, have lots
of money and they're looking a little sickly." --
Mikey, Thinkin' Too Hard
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| Mikey's Muse(tm)
is published weekdays as a commentary on stuff. Editor,
Michael T. Rusk. Copyright © 1997 by Michael T. Rusk.
Printed in the U.S.A. This publication may be distributed
freely as long as there is no charge. Commentary is loosely
based on actual events and may contain embellishments,
bits of fiction, and editorial liberties (lies) under
the guise of poetic license. All characters portrayed
in my writing are purely fictional and any resemblance
to any person, company or animal is purely unintentional.
If you don't get it, you just don't get it. Don't blame
me for anything I say and don't do anything I say, either.
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