Think of this as a sort of visual commercial to break up all the lengthy posts lately.
While my fingertips stagnate on the keyboard, here’s this Nutria trying to get some bread at Hermann Park. Enjoy.
It was a little bold, but so am I when there’s food involved. Can’t really fault it…and yes, he/she had a few slices of its own.
Mistakes can lead to blessings that make me appreciate what I initially considered an annoying inconvenience. The morning of a screwed up bagel order did just that.
All week I had been looking forward to a lox and cream cheese bagel. I pretty much operate on cravings until they consume me and was on the verge of having withdrawal-like symptoms if I didn’t get some smoked salmon into my system. At the top of a long Saturday morning “To Do” list I put a stop at the bagel shop as priority numero uno. At least 20 people before me apparently had the same priority. I approached the counter already salivating and ordered a lox and cream cheese sandwich on a jalapeno bagel. After grabbing the brown bag from the cashier’s hand, I ran over to enjoy my precious lox at one of the tables. I opened it only to find that it was lox cream cheese on a jalapeno bagel. There were no capers; there were no tomatoes; there were no purple onions. This meant there was no sandwich; there was no assuaged craving; there was no happiness in “J”-ville. I muttered some things under my breath and opted to eat it rather than wait to have my order corrected. The last bite still left my lox desire unsatisfied. I decided to buy a few extra jalapeno bagels and add a trip to the grocery store on my list of errands.
The combination of a less than satisfying breakfast, along with having to spend another $15 to assuage my appetite, left me pretty agitated as I continued on to the art store. Unfortunately, I took a wrong turn and ended up having to go in circles until finally reaching my destination. Once there, I glanced around, thought I should take inventory of my current supplies before purchasing new ones, then left. To my list of annoyances that morning, I added: getting lost on the way to the art store, wasting 20 minutes to look around, and eating away an hour of my day off on a useless errand.
After pulling out of the art store parking lot my mission was to find the closest car wash. I drove along Montrose until my gas light suddenly came on. Perfect. I passed up the car wash a block away and detoured to the nearest gas station a couple miles down the road. With gas situation now under control, I headed back to my previous destination. Approximately 20 minutes later I was at the car wash, pulling out trash, vacuuming, and thoroughly scrubbing the interior of The Taurus. At the time, the interior was horrendously in need of some major suction action, and I figured cleaning it out would temper the annoying comments I received on how dirty it was. Midway through the process, I spot a man wandering from person to person, but I can’t make out what his purpose at the car wash actually is. Then I see him walk toward me. He calls from about 30 feet away, “Excuse me, miss?”
Have you ever patiently waited for the oncoming lanes of traffic to clear out in order to turn, but a car from the parking lot off the street swoops in front of you? Yes? Well, I have, and it agitates the bejesus out of me. My illustration shows the set-up, minus a couple dozen cars and several more lanes.
It seems to happen quite often as I’m leaving the sushii place or arriving at the bookstore. I’ll be stitting in the turning lane, and a car at the stop sign in a parking lot off the street decides to plant itself in front of me. I now have to wait for the car that did NOT have the right of way to cross oncoming traffic, wait for the other lanes of traffic to clear so the car can turn, and then go only after all six lanes are free when I only needed the left three clear in the first place. Whew. Now, wouldn’t it be interesting if the law only made me wait for the initial three lanes to clear before turning? Wait, it does. It’s called, “RIGHT OF WAY!” Look into it.
