What Would It Take…

…To get you behind the wheel of this new Chromemobile 500 today?  No money down, easy on the budget, payment terms.  You know you like it.

After car shopping yesterday, my wife and I were completely exhausted.  For the record, it was her idea this time.  Why was this process like having multiple root canals?  One dealership completely ignored us.  How did they stay in business?

I’m aware that I have “car-it is.” It was inherited from my father.  That was why I stayed away from car dealerships, car shows.  The first step was admitting there was a problem.  Confession was good for the soul.

It had been five years since my last obsession.  There was a slick-looking compact pickup truck my wife fell in love with.  She did her best to persuade me.  It’s parked in our garage.

A Modicum of Diversion…

Pineapple on pizza–yes or no?  Why was she yelling at me?  It wasn’t about pineapple or pizza.  Leather sofas were on sale at the local, discount, close-out store.  Not the first place to shop for furniture in my estimation.

“Why don’t we go and just look around?”  That meant we weren’t going to leave without buying something–better to just go along.  My hopes were, that nothing would happen to ruin this beautiful, sunny, winter day.

The sofas were better than expected–stock overruns from a popular major manufacturer.  Who was I to have doubted?  Even though, I was in for some dreaded furniture rearranging.  If everything stayed the way it was, from now till eternity, it would have been just fine with me.

At the service desk, two men waited.  The gray-haired older gentleman seemed calm.  The younger man, who may have been the son, complained about noise emanating from the other side of the store.  There, a young child was in the midst of throwing a temper tantrum.

“Why hadn’t she taken the young boy outside?”  Said the young man to his father.  “Nobody wanted to hear that kid’s ear-splitting screeches.”  The father mumbled something about permissive parenting being the downfall of civilization.

Waiting for the store clerk’s return, seemed to take forever.  We were second in line, behind the disgruntled young man, and his father.  The clerk returned briefly from checking inventories.  The young man complained about the noisy child to the clerk; the clerk refused to take sides, went back to work.

That was when the stalking began.  “I’m going to check on why this bratty kid won’t stop crying,” Announced the young man.  My wife and I looked at each other.  What business was it of his?  And what could he do about it–without causing a major incident?

The young man walked away hunched over, like he was trying to make himself smaller, to avoid being seen.  Jacket collar pulled up to his chin.  It was comical–in a Groucho Marx sort of way.  He carefully duck-walked the rows one-by-one, until the offenders were spotted.

What had he done–if anything?  The store was, once again peaceful.  The little boy stopped crying.  Had I underestimated the young man’s skills as a “Child Whisperer?”  Our sofa was in stock and would be delivered in a couple of days.

Then, temper tantrum, version 2.0, began, like a loud clap of thunder.  The young man and his father, were aghast.  “I’m going to show them a thing or two,” The son, announced.

In his best Groucho Marx, killer commando mode, the stalking resumed.  My wife and I made an exit at that point–wondered how things turned out.  Nothing made the police blotters.  It was one of the strangest public scenes we’d witnessed in our lifetimes.

Post-Easter Reflections

Easter symbolizes new life.  April the giraffe finally had her offspring.  What will people talk about now?

Easter egg hunts, as a child, were fun–with real, dyed, hard-boiled eggs.  There were more than a few belly aches, from consuming too many.

Of course, a few hidden eggs were never found.  Those not found, were left to be scavenged by critters.  If there were anything that would eat foul-smelling, rotten, hard-boiled eggs.

The giant warehouse store wasn’t crowded Saturday.  The mall was, however.  Hope everyone had a Happy Easter weekend.  It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon.  Should I dare wish everyone a Happy Monday?

CURBSIDE DIRGE

xmas tree 2Windshield wipers

Of, dirty cars

Saluted, Jack Frost

Swished away

Grayish, dried slush

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Discarded, Christmas trees

Wrapping paper and boxes

Lined neighborhoods

Streets, and curbsides

For blocks, ad infinitum

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From cul-de-sacs

Far and near

Hard-core

Zombie-like

Post Holiday

Bargain shoppers

Looked down their noses

Through fish-eye glasses

Scoured discount racks

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Visiting relatives, and

Small toys, cluttered about

Did not, a good mix, make

The annual, frantic

Adoration of glitz and glitter

Was over–time to go home

Party poopers, reigned

Supreme, once more

DAILY PROMPT: CRINGE-WORTHY

Do you feel uncomfortable when you see someone else being embarrassed?  What’s most likely to make you squirm?

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While standing in a checking line in a supermarket or big-box store, someone ahead discovers they don’t have enough money to pay for all the items.  Was it absent-mindedness or someone scraping together every penny to survive?  They’re embarrassed, and make the painstaking decision on what is essential and what to leave.  Occasionally, embarrassment takes over, and all items are left.

When watching married couples having down-and-dirty arguments in public places.  Personal details are brought out that never should see the light of day.  Their young children, with blank expressions on their faces sit and wait.  I cringe, because this is the way they think things are supposed to be.

I feel sorry for the poor, usually teenage, store clerk or wait staff person, berated abusively for some insignificant minor detail blown out of proportion by some adult power-tripping lowlife customer.  I’m also embarassed for employees chewed out in front of customers by their supervisors.  It shows a complete lack of class.

ANOTHER DAY

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Taipei Arcade Games (Photo credit: Michael Kwan (Freelancer))

In through the out-door

Went against the flow

Kaleidoscope of people

Some casual and carefree

Strangers, I didn’t know

Runaway shopping carts

Cacophonic arcade games

A stew of sound and scent

Rode up the escalator

Felt really down

Wives with their husbands

That weren’t really there

Some rested on benches

Part of the walking dead

Special sale, today only!

Finest imported lucite

Genuine imitation quartz

Too much chrome and glassness

Hidden among mockery and crassness

Real men didn’t do kitsch

Descended to Dante’s level three

Curtains, pillow shams, duvets

A mother bear cuffed her cubs

We’re leaving now, she said!

Could only look with wonder, ’cause

Sometimes mothers ate their young

Peered through the bars

Just another day in exile