Goodbye Summer Days
I hate to tell you but Winter is coming. Squirrels have stored their nuts and women have quit shaving their legs. I've even quit singing the song "Just a Gigalo", which is my summer cruising song. I would have thought Covid would have been in our rearview mirror by now. Some folks just don't think about it, others can think of nothing else. We were invited to a friend's house recently and he informed me they had four sanitizing stations in their living room. I thought "Wow how exciting". Too much of that hand sanitizer makes my hands feel weird. Plus it's kinda sticky. And like I say if I'm going to be sticky it's gotta be from either eating cotton candy or sitting too close to a jello wrestling match. If it's alright I'd like to brag about how I think I'm becoming a much more caring and thoughtful politically correct person. At the grocery store this weekend there was this woman who was dressed like a freak. Now there are two types of freak. One type a guy might say I'd like to meet her at a bonfire with a case of beer. (Good Freak.) Then theirs the Freak who looks like she could be BeetleJuices Sister. (Bad Freak.) This lady was the Beetlejuice variety. My wife made the comment about how that woman was a trainwreck. But I with my mature, politically correct adultness corrected her with the line, "Honey I think she is just taking beauty in a new direction". That was a high watermark moment for me. While at the deli counter getting lunch meat I had some guy try and talk to me about Potato Salad. Call me touchy, but I have to be in the right frame of mind to talk to anyone about Potato Salad. Then this Potato Salad guy asked if I'd just come from the gym? I told him no I like the rumpled look. You don't look bad when you wake up in the morning in your clothes. The Potato Salad guy wandered off after that. Which was too bad because I was in the mood to discuss Tator Tots.
