First off, I need to give the disclaimer that I tend to believe that it's 5 o'clock somewhere.
Yesterday morning, I parked my car about a block away from school. At least I think it's a block. I actually have no clue how big a block is. I'm a country girl who only understands the concepts of county roads and made up names of those county roads. For example, I live between Lock and Dam Road and 2 Mile Black top. 2 mile black top is 5 miles long. So I park what I believe is a block or two from campus. I'm traveling West (or east?) and this kid is traveling North and is about to intersect me. He's wearing what I would call school attire (jeans, jacket, back pack)... not athletic attire. But he's speed walking like he's going to win the mall walk marathon of America. Well I look in his hand and he is holding 2 beer cans.
Do you remember the show Bobby's World? It was my favorite show as a kid. The problem was that I didn't quite catch the fact that all of his little adventures were his misinterpretations of common events (like a ring bearer to him was a grizzly that tossed rings). So, I, like bobby, tend to let my imagination get the best of me, which is probably the source of my sense of humor.
So I'm watching this kid speed walk with his beer cans and I'm trying to figure out what's going on (in about a 6 second time period). First, I've decided that he is a good Samaritan on his morning walk and picking up cans from the recent celebration of the Texas Tech Victory over... well we all know how that ended =). So he's a recycler. Another reason to love this school! People are just so good here. Then I can't explain his attire. Who goes on a morning walk with a back pack and boots? So then I decide that he is walking home from someone else's house and he's just taking in a hair of the dog that bit him from all of celebration of beating....the other guys. I mean, it's 8:00 a.m., but I'm not here to judge. It was a bid deal!
Then I let my imagination start getting away and decide that maybe he's had a bad break up. He's leaving his girlfriend's house after getting the news (It's not you, it's me) and he needs something to take the edge off. Probably not the most constructive means of dealing with your problems, but I feel kind of bad for him. Break ups are hard.
Then he looks up at me and says "I'm not drinking these, I'm just picking them up"
He startled me, interrupting the entire conversation that was going on in my head.
All I could think of to say was, "Hey! No judgment here!"
I just had to walk away and smile at myself. Maybe I wasn't so good at hiding my curiosity.
I guess he's a recycler.
Yesterday morning, I parked my car about a block away from school. At least I think it's a block. I actually have no clue how big a block is. I'm a country girl who only understands the concepts of county roads and made up names of those county roads. For example, I live between Lock and Dam Road and 2 Mile Black top. 2 mile black top is 5 miles long. So I park what I believe is a block or two from campus. I'm traveling West (or east?) and this kid is traveling North and is about to intersect me. He's wearing what I would call school attire (jeans, jacket, back pack)... not athletic attire. But he's speed walking like he's going to win the mall walk marathon of America. Well I look in his hand and he is holding 2 beer cans.
Do you remember the show Bobby's World? It was my favorite show as a kid. The problem was that I didn't quite catch the fact that all of his little adventures were his misinterpretations of common events (like a ring bearer to him was a grizzly that tossed rings). So, I, like bobby, tend to let my imagination get the best of me, which is probably the source of my sense of humor.
So I'm watching this kid speed walk with his beer cans and I'm trying to figure out what's going on (in about a 6 second time period). First, I've decided that he is a good Samaritan on his morning walk and picking up cans from the recent celebration of the Texas Tech Victory over... well we all know how that ended =). So he's a recycler. Another reason to love this school! People are just so good here. Then I can't explain his attire. Who goes on a morning walk with a back pack and boots? So then I decide that he is walking home from someone else's house and he's just taking in a hair of the dog that bit him from all of celebration of beating....the other guys. I mean, it's 8:00 a.m., but I'm not here to judge. It was a bid deal!
Then I let my imagination start getting away and decide that maybe he's had a bad break up. He's leaving his girlfriend's house after getting the news (It's not you, it's me) and he needs something to take the edge off. Probably not the most constructive means of dealing with your problems, but I feel kind of bad for him. Break ups are hard.
Then he looks up at me and says "I'm not drinking these, I'm just picking them up"
He startled me, interrupting the entire conversation that was going on in my head.
All I could think of to say was, "Hey! No judgment here!"
I just had to walk away and smile at myself. Maybe I wasn't so good at hiding my curiosity.
I guess he's a recycler.

















