Center of Chaos

Sometimes in our haste to try to find something better we don't quite see what is around us.

Brando Pines

Not many can claim this distinction, although those who live around me can make this claim. It is of a dubious nature we declare our prize. I don't think any of us would've accept this honor if we had just taken a few moments to pay a little attention to detail. Since it was staring us in the face. But it hid in the tall trees and brush in my neighborhood. Its tracks had been seen as far as over the hollow and through a vale. I had seen them. Seen them before. I really paid no attention.

It was a cute house with a for rent sign in the cute front yard. And I'm thinking our dreams have come true. My wife and I could move away from the blast and blare of the Fed Ex jets that convened every morning at four a.m. over our house and proceeded to land twenty seconds a part. And guess what, major airlines use the same runways. Things would get busy, say on a Saturday night, when we had friends over to relax on the patio and grill some steaks. At once 747's from all corners of the sky would center over our house, the roar so loud ear protection was required. And verbal communication was impossible.

Well... it was love at first sight the first time we saw the place. The usual traps you fall for were all there: beautiful hardwood floors, ceiling fans in every room. It even had a sun porch and a deck. Then,...I hyperventilate. It had a shop. I had my first shop. Power tools.

Mama was happy with the kitchen, that's important. But the bathroom it was tiny. Very tiny. We would find  out later when two people have to drain their bladders at the same time things can get tense getting one bladder in and the other one out.

Well hell, I guess I could piss off the deck we had a nice fenced in backed yard.

But anyway, we were tickled to find this place. So we took it.

There was a God and he had delivered us. And dropped us into something else...

Just what is professional

Yesterday, I'm in the food court of a mall not to close to my home. There is the normal hustle and bustle one finds in a busy mall. Screaming children, teenagers on cell phones. Three old men were napping on a couch, waiting for their wives to do what ever it is they do when they drag them into a place with screaming children and rude teenagers on cell -phones. I was at this particular moment waiting on a tuna fish salad with romaine and mixed greens in front of a fast food place I cannot remember. There was help wanted sign behind the counter and a man about sixty putting a least a farm row's worth of lettuce on a plastic plate soon to be mine. Then he heaped enough tuna salad to feed a starving village in Africa on top of all that lettuce. And place a thimble full of blue cheese dressing byside his masterpiece. While all this was taking place, I overhead a couple of young ladies talking. Both girls had seen the help wanted sign and tall one was going to ask for an application. While the man made my salad, the young lady scan some numbers in her phone picked one and soon was talking.

"Yea, I heard about it. Playboy. Yea, I'm gonna do it. I got these lime green thongs that look great on me. "Then she said, "Mine bigger than yours."

Did she think I was deaf? And blind? How about everybody else around us?

Think she cared?

"If Playboy don't do it, somebody will." were the next words out of her mouth

Wait a minute. Did they think she was Playboy material? Believe me, I know beauty is in the eye of the beholder but if anybody though she was a beauty it wasn't gonna be the people at Playboy. But she was right about one thing somebody would take those pictures.

But that wasn't the point. She was applying for a job. Now is that professional?