Tuesday, 22 April 2008

Road Kill

Here are a couple of cars I did not get:
A 1973 BMW three wheel Bubble Car. [I know I was sort of blond then]

A 1950's Porsche.


Neither of these cars are mine.
What I got instead is a 1995 Chevrolet Beretta. I have yet to have myself photographed in or next to my new car.  I'm not sure it fits my image. But then again, who am I maintaining my image for? Most of my friends like me.  [Did I just write that? Sorry, It's very early and I did not get more than 5 hours sleep-YET managed to get up, meditate for 30 minutes and sit down at my computer to do this...where am I going with this? Oh, okay] Most of my friends like me. Hmmm.... [thinking...followed by more thinking and a quick ciggy break for yet more thinking]

Ok, it's like this, I think, because I just thought about it: ALL of my friends like me. But not everyone I know likes me, probably because I talk too much and too often. But I am working on that. I have been practicing The Art of Listening More Than Talking. Making the effort and all that, which is hard to do in a Conservative State. During an election year. But I did hear a recipe for breaded, deep fried pickles (or gherkins for my UK readers), which really surprised me. As a rule I avoid deep fried foods which tend to lead to anti-social bodily behaviors on my part. But I never knew that one could deep fry a pickle/gherkin, let alone roll it in a batter of flour and egg beforehand. It's not something that has ever occurred to me. I am actually kind of surprised that it would occur to anyone for that matter. Like the first guy to eat an oyster. Had to be very hungry and patient. That was at work. I then heard a bunch of other recipes for breaded, deep fried foods, but I was so lost in the contemplation of the Deep Fried Pickle that I could not really follow the rest of the conversation. Anyhow, nothing was as memorable as the DFP. But I think the fact that I Listened, and Did Not Give My Opinion made me more likable to the little group of people, or folks would be more appropriate than had I said "Gross" or "Bleccch" or "Oh my God Sweet Jesus"! Even though I was thinking that really loud in my head.

3 comments:

james henry said...

Ooh me likey the 50's one.

james henry said...

Ooh me likey the 50's one.

peckham2paris said...

funny thing is that the really hot cars are usually driven by 50+ skeezers in need of a back wax