December 19, 2011
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Fame and Adulation.. or Notoriety?
So much fun working publicly in the Town Square, my car squeezed perilously into a sidewalk spot between the ‘Map of the Village’ sign and the Concrete Cows some elected official decided to purchase as ‘Outdoor Art.’
Main Point: Any passing motorist who doesn’t blow his horn, scream ‘Yo, Yonatan!’ or otherwise acknowledge my Presence must be either a newly-arrived immigrant, or someone who owes me money.
One can bat around forever the advantages/disadvantages of small-town life. Today, I chose to relish the plus side. (…and vowed to make a ‘collect my receivables’ run this evening.)
Last night, feeling inexplicably irate, I fairly blew up at the Super when Cheese-slicer lady put my order on hold in deference to some bozo’s shopping list of crutons(?)
He defended himself: “How was I to know your shopping-cart had priority?”
Of course I stilled my phantoms forth-with, and apologized for being edgy.
Cheese-lady then took my cell #, to install plastic roofing on her porch. Cruton-guy did likewise, recognizing me as the highly-regarded gutter-and-down-spout local expert.
I do keep a safe distance though, from the Frozen Fish aisle . For some reason, statistically, work-contracts negotiated there have a higher percentage of ‘dead-beat’ non-payment.
A sign on my car I should put? ‘Will work for fish’ Nah, could be misconstrued.
Wu: An a-typically brief entry
Me: Yeah, bothers me too. Innocent Readers are forgiven for imagining that my days are spent constructing blog-posts.
Wu: And the horn-blowers? They likewise knoweth not whom they distract?
Me: Absolutely. I had this killer idea for a poem. Now all I remember is the smile.
Wu: Or the simile…
Comments (12)
qlwqys fun to pick up a few clients at the grocery store
@ordinarybutloud - Thanks, as qlwqys for your discrete letter-subs. Now I’ll have fewer ads for ‘women’s’ products.
And yes, I’m attacked here if I venture out without the fake nose-and-mustache. For the sin of being able to paint inside the lines, roughly. A careful fish in a small but world-class sloppy puddle of children calling themselves ‘contractors’. Gives me contractions just to look at their work.
hahahaha…i was typing with one hand while lying at death’s door where I’ve been for twelve hours. No subtle letter-play intended. I need a careful fish to build me some cabinets.
@ordinarybutloud - My sympathies. Just don’t open the door.
I dearly wish I could swim the Med, squeeze through Gibraltar, brave the Atlantic to the Gulf, rest a few minutes, then build you some awesome cabinets with one flipper tied behind my back. Only problem is I’m about 3 miles from the Mediterranean coast, and I’ll dry up and suffocate till I flip-flop to the beach. Other than that, we on, sister.
Once again, get well soon.
The cretin with the croutons cracked me up.
I guess you’re stuck with fresh fish
unless bad business is your wish
That’s mostly what I got today. That and I think I will one day, if I can mange to make the switch, prefer either a small town or a big city to this bloated cow town called Denver. Being both anonymous and infamous is such a drag.
You deserve fame and adulation. You are the cream, and not just the cream in the herring. But really, what’s the deal with fish?
@chromepoet - Oh, nothing special, me *or* the pisceans. It just happened, but yeah, now that you mention it… I did have a killer poem but forgot it amidst the hubbub like an errant pigeon careening off high building walls forgets the famous flight-critic Icarus’s accident report.
@dirtbubble - Aha, the ‘worst of both worlds’. But at least the air is thin.
@elgan - I’m so jealous of your 99 profiles. Your gift of Premium a while back was a really sweet present, although I only ever created 4 pix for myself with it. Bon apetit (spell-chek suggests ape-tits.)
Renown has its ups and downs. I once got a tiling job as a result of my ex shopping at Floor & Decor and getting into a conversation with a lady at the checkout line who mentioned that she needed to find a tiler. / Seems like you could find a niche designing special sealed cabinets so people can odorlessly store their gefilte fish, ludafisk, anchovies, smoked salmon, stockfish, smoked salmon, and slightly opened sardines.
Notoriety acknowledged. Fame and Fortune are sure to follow. (or some similarity of)