In the midst of bustleing around this morning to make sure every reletive on the planet knows Ash is a ginger man tonight, plus all the other attendant holiday madness, I got a phone call that made me just drop everything and light a cigarette while contemplating rum before noon.
We are going to be bringing a fellow up from Erie for Christmas. His shop quite unexpectedly decided to give them the 22 through the second of January off so they can do some stuff with machines or sommat. So we were going to trundle on down on the 22nd and bring him on up and make him help scrub the kitchen ((G) a running joke 'round these parts). Now back last summer he was a witness to a hit and run accident. We heard chapter and verse about it, how the car ran the light and just mowed the guy in the crosswalk right down and etc. So this morning our fella rings me up to tell me we will have to either pick him up the evening of the 22nd instead of that afternoon, or wait until the 23rd, because he has been called to witness in a civil suit the driver filed against the guy that was hit for damage to his car. I had to ask him to repeat that.
Has insanity become the norm nationwide, or is it just this part of the country?
NightMist Microwave dishes and cell towers! That's it! Where is my tinfoil hat?