Friday, January 12, 2007
Some Guns Stay On Safety Forever
Years ago a woman working the front counter at Whataburger said to me, Yours is a violent energy, but nothing will come of it. I'd ordered a taquito, a breakfast burrito dealy with bacon and eggs and cheese and a Dr. Pepper. I stared at her strange reddish face adorned by the manadatory paper hat, and wondered what the hell I had done to make her say that short of placing a rather unexceptional order. You don't say, I said, not wanting to upset her delicate applecart. I do say, she said. Violent and evil. I wanted to make a joke about needing an exorcism, but I refrained. She pushed my order to me, making a hissing sound. I wondered if she saw something about me that I didn't or if she'd just been on her shift a few hours too long. Crazy bitch, I said, walking out the door and instantly regretted it. Life was hard enough if you had to wear a paper hat every day. Alas, you can't, as they say, come out of every human transaction smelling like a rose.
I'm afraid of people from time to time, especially ones that seem hellbent on destruction, namely mine. But who can tell the depths of the human heart? Life is no story, and unlike Chekhov's famous dictate about putting a gun in the first act that has to go off by the last, some guns stay on safety forever. To note, daddy long legs are the most poisonous of all spiders. Nobody fears them because their mouths are too small to release any of that potential no matter what their intentions are. Depending on your mood, you let them crawl all over you, set them gently outside, or you pull them apart, leg by leg, until nothing remains.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"It is not the words of our enemies that we will remember, but the silence of our friends." Martin Luther King, Jr.
Drinking movie suggestion: Woman On The Verge Of A Nervous Breakdown
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Friday! Special thanks to Jodi and Randy for being the best hosts ever! And kudos to Randy for his excellent mixology skills!