Today On The Train . . .
The four guys sitting on the train next to me today were all kinds of joshing around â€“ acting wacky and just a little plain silly. I tried my darndest to maintain train rule of not giving them the â€œHey you rapscallions . . . ixnay on all of that jazz and tom foolery . . . canâ€™t you see that some of us are trying to get some shut-eye around here!â€ look â€“ which is usually saved for babies that are screaming/crying into one of those â€œbleeck-bleeckâ€ walkie-talkie cell phone thing situations that sometimes arise.
When all of a sudden . . . I noticed that the biggest one (who also happened to be sitting the closest â€“ proximity wise â€“ to me) was actually giving me â€“ what I interpreted to be â€“ a â€œHey buddy . . . I know what you are thinking/writing over there â€“ and it is becoming tremendously more possible the more that you think/write that me and my gaggle of miscreants are going to come over there and clean your coo-coo clock!â€
The thing is â€“ though â€“ people can sometimes be really tough to read â€“ so I guess it is possible that he was just looking at my â€œfabulously trans-fat-free-except-for-the-biscuitâ€ 3 (three) strip meal from that Kentucky chicken place . . . and by â€œmealâ€ I mean that it totally came with 2 (two) sides (potato wedges and backed beans) and a biscuit (which was depressingly unedible).
Or it is also possible that he just wasnâ€™t into the â€œSweetness and Tendernessâ€ that was floating from â€œThe Return Of The Rentalsâ€ in my computer machine to the stereo-phonic head-a-ma-phones that were resting ever so gingerly on my head . . . I didnâ€™t want to muss up my coif â€“ you know?!
Which brings me to the point of this whole thing . . . a few months ago â€“ I got the chance to go and see â€œThe Rentalsâ€ â€“ it was the first time that I had seen a show in quite some time â€“ and everything about it was such a good time (and no I am not counting the opening bands in this assessment â€“ they just happened to be there â€“ kind of like the 4 (four) moops that happen to be sitting really really close to me now â€“ uhm . . .)
Shoot â€“ I gotta go . . .