Scene: A street corner near the elementary school in a small town in upstate New York. Morning. The bell has just rung. A tall, rumpled, grumpy-looking father with circles under his eyes (Me) makes his way down the hill from the school toward the corner, after walking his boys to school. He greets the crossing guard, a stocky, white haired grandfatherly type.
Me: How are you today?
Crossing Guard: Oh, can't complain.
Me: Wow. That makes you different from 99 per cent of the population.
Crossing Guard (grinning): Hey, I figure, if you can get yourself out of bed in the morning and take in some nourishment without someone else holding the spoon, you're doing all right.
Meanwhile he is getting robbed by the richest and greediest americans...
Posted by: denisdekat | Friday, June 03, 2005 at 10:21 AM
I have an even lower threshold. I just check to see if the grass is below my feet or over my head every morning. If I am not looking at the roots ~ it's a good day!
How was beantown?
Posted by: Jack (CommonSenseDesk) | Friday, June 03, 2005 at 11:02 AM
the guy has a decent outlook on life, i'll give him that.
Posted by: harry near indy | Friday, June 03, 2005 at 12:15 PM
I check the obits every day to make sure my name isn't in there. I did this, as I usually do, yesterday and guess what? It was there!
Who would have thought Mac Macgillicuddy would be such a common name?
Posted by: mac macgilliduddy | Friday, June 03, 2005 at 09:38 PM