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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Saturday, August 21, 2021

How I Became That Guy

Something has been bothering of late.
I am even having a hard time typing out what it is.
I.....
I became.....
Man this is hard.
I just have to say it so the healing can begin.
I,
I became,
I became that guy!
You know when you are old enough to start raising a family
and you find a job that you like so you start taking life seriously?
 You will work hard
and work long hours to give your family all the necessities in life.
For me,
it was 10 to 11 hours a day at work,
come home,
fix dinner,
wash clothes,
and try to take time out in my day to talk to each of my seven children.
That was my usual work day.
Then sometimes,
instead of shopping at the grocery store on my day off,
I would stop by a store to pick up a few things we needed after work.
And I was always in a hurry!
The most dreaded thing for me standing in line at the checkout was the
Old Person In Front Of Me!
Mind you,
my excuse has always been that I am in a hurry,
but the checkout person is taught to always be courteous to their customers
and they are told to ask the most
horrific,
hideous,
horrendous,
horrifying,
four words in the
English Language.
"How are you today?"
Twenty minutes later it would be my turn to check out.
How Coronavirus Is Changing Our Daily Lives - The New York Times 
 This is,
Not A Picture Of A Line Due To Covid
This Line Formed Because The Clerk Asked Me
"How Are You Today!"
Jim Hauenstein
That Guy
 
And,

“I went down to the 24-hour grocery. When I got there, the guy was locking the front door. I said, 'Hey, the sign says you’re open 24 hours. He said, 'Yes, but not in a row.”
- Steven Wright -
 
 That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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