"Have a good one." A good what? What the heck is the "one"? A good life? A good dental implant? A good day, week, hour? It always gives me pause. And, if I am foolish enough to ask, I either get a blank stare, rolled eyes, or that "oh, you poor geezer" look. There is one young woman - so bored with her job that I am often tempted to urge her to quit so that someone who would LOVE her job could take it - who always mumbles "have a good one" as I check out. So, now, because I am a crotchety geezer, I always say, "Why, thank you! And you have a good one-whatever-it-is, too! With her, it's the blank stare. Something more would require focus.
When I was a kid, I really thought that someday - within my adulthood - there would be flying cars. I was obsessed for a while with the idea of it. Zinging through the air, from point A to point B in a matter of nanoseconds. I often muse about this as I am creeping along the mountain road behind someone going about 25 mph. Not that this should surprise anyone, but I am a Type A driver. My nephew thinks I am hilarious. Others refuse to get in the car with me. Which is just as well, as my passenger door does not open from the outside. And I'd have to clean my car. Which is difficult, since something seems to have died in it somewhere. A little Eau d' Country Living.
I was musing about this this morning - trying to exercise my new regimen of breathing, stress management, looking for the calm. It was fairly successful, given that I had begun my day in true Monday fashion - with the breakout of Chickie, who had discovered the one weak link in the fence and had worked his little brain into fever pitch getting through it, the little dickens. I had to do some quick fence triage, which put me way behind schedule. Which led to a race to end up behind Mr. Pokey. Which led to some serious breathing exercises. Once I lost Mr. Pokey, I found myself behind Mr. Trailer-with-no-lights. Sigh. The New Improved Me made it into the parking garage with only a couple of short outbursts. Maybe I should look into investing in a Jet Pack. Bet that would be fun, coming over the mountains on clear day!