I suppose this might have served as a short story, but then that might have proven challenging. Especially given my work-avoidance campaign where this blog is concerned. The attendants were quite common back in the day, usually in places like Vegas. You might get a spritzer of cologne, and your hands dried ponderously.
Want more of this sort of punishment? Follow me at Wiltoons on INSTAGRAM!
Metaphorical or real – always go with real. Lesson learned, sigh.
With side hustles, and an unending deluge of new content on social media platforms, ‘phubbing’ (portmanteau of phone and snubbing) the new normal, even these fleeting social interactions may be a thing of the past. Even self service kiosks at the supermarket make the extent of our conversational input relegated to ‘It’s not scanning’ and ‘Unknown item in bagging area’. Now I am off to the gym (‘can you please get off the equipment with your phone’).
I just saw a truck and immediately a silly story came to me. Call it a sickness. Oh here’s the truck . . .
Remember ‘getting’ the manager? Sorry, he said ‘no’. (20 minutes later)
Who here has something they love that YOUR parents foisted upon you. For me, it was James Herriot’s vet series (couldn’t sleep, had it thrust upon me at age ten), mum loved comedian/actor Tony Hancock, and so did I, and devoured his entire oeuvre, eventually! Most of MY efforts to engage my kids in what floated my boat have found little purchase. I’ve got the broad swathe of social media to compete with! Hopefully, my fine example as a law-abiding citizen will . . . well, maybe not.
This was one of the tragedies of the stone age. And that the only food was the Paleo diet.
Who here DOESN’T have a Dilly bar or two deep in the freezer? For emergencies only.
