It’s time for another weekend
here in Tulsa. I know this, not because of the calendar nor because I have a
wonderfully astute biological clock that monitors such things (I actually
do, you know -- I can generally be within 2 minutes of actual time by guessing -- drives my daughter nuts!). It’s not even because I restlessly move from one work day to the
next until my pre-set alarm clock doesn’t go off at some crazy-early morning
hour. I simply know this by the rush hour traffic.
I don’t know about other places
around the country (actually, I do because I have lived in ten different states
and 17 different cities. In fact, I’m the only one in my immediate family to
live in all three ‘O’ states), but rush hour ‘round here starts at noon, with
the lunch rush. Once folks catch sight of the weekend, it’s all over. Today’s
post in my other blog http://www.thirty-onekings.blogspot.com talks about focus and
clarity but it has nothing on these weekenders!
This weekend is particularly
rough because the state fair has come to town. Have you ever wondered how they fit
an entire state fair in one single town? Anyway, the lines are longer, the
people are gruffer and more impatient than they normally are. They’re more apt
to exchange paint in minor traffic scrapes and let it go if the damage isn’t
too great and it’ll enable them to get on with their precious weekend. Some
folks drive like they’ve been cracking cold ones since breakfast and you know
they haven’t invaded the liquor stores yet. Humanity seems to be tossed out the
window in drive-thru lines as well. After all, everyone knows those humanoid
forms beyond the window aren't actually people and they don't have actual feelings (many
of them enjoy their weekends like everyone else, but are forced to work anyway).
I used to hate weekends because I
had to work. I was so envious of wanting the weekend to myself, I never
understood why people would actually do chores like getting their oil changed on
a perfectly good weekend! The way I saw it, if fewer people came in on the
weekend, the lesser the demand for me to be there working. Makes sense, right?
Something else unique to this area:
yield signs are invisible and speed limit signs are like swimsuits at the nude
beach – people know they’re around somewhere but no one pays them much mind. And an
interesting thing about speeding – the police don’t seem to do anything but
contribute to the problem. My guess is one of two things: they’re either trying
to get home to enjoy their weekend, or the weekend guys are like, “I came in
for this?!”
One final thing I’d like to
mention before I head out to my weekend entertainment... I’ve taken a keen
interest in why turn signals never seem to work but the horns always do! More
often than not, when I worked at the auto shop, we tested all the lighting
components as well as the horn on every car that came through and it was the horn that didn’t work
while all the turn signals did! I just don’t get it!
Okay – I’ve said my peace. I pray
every one of you reading today not only makes it to your weekend in one piece,
you also have a fun one, a safe one and survive until Monday. Hmm, something
has me thinking a good upcoming topic would be coffee!
Maybe I’ll see you at the quick
lube tomorrow!
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