Friends,
Not to get all Andy Rooney on you, but did you ever notice that some days the universe provides signs that you should’ve just stayed in bed? Like how all of the lights are red during your morning commute? Maybe how the light bulbs blow out in the bathroom while you’re taking a shower? Or how you realize that the milk is bad only after drenching your Cheerios?
Well, it’s only 7:00 AM here at the Festival of Dirt and not only are the phones failing internally, but now all of our lines out are gone. Normally, I’d just place a repair call and that would be the end of it, but talking on the phone seems to be very important to people. Also people get edgy if they can’t transmit pictures from one scanning phototelegraph to another. Therefore, I will receive fifty panicked calls asking me if I’m aware of the situation. “Yes Virginia,” I will say to somebody who is not named Virginia, “I’ve called the phone company and they’re going to fix it by 10:00.” I’ll leave it to you to imagine the remainder of the conversation.
What else is in store for a Tuesday? More trouble? Stay tuned!
– bob