I’ve spoken before about talents that I have that most people would find less than valuable.
I’ve realized over time that I have another one. Maybe not a talent so much. Perhaps more of a super power. Anyways, it would appear I have a 90% chance of pulling out the correct number of items from a stack. In my work I’m pulling envelopes, labels, tape sleeves, various paper goods stored in stacks. I’ll need 7 labels (3 sheets) 7 tape sleeves, 7 envelopes. Most of the time, I’ll reach in, and I’ll pull out 7. It’s kind of uncanny. Sometimes I even try to intentionally pull out too many, but it’ll still be right. I’m not saying I should be on Heroes or anything, but hey, it’s up there with some of those new characters.
My “friend” Martin tells me he has the unique ability to quickly draw the appropriate size Tupperware container for leftovers every time. This is a talent I have learned is very valuable when your stove is as hard to clean as mine is. I envy him.
So, in a first, I ask that you, the reader, voice your “useless” talents. That’s right, I’m putting it out on the line here. The number of comments left here will determine my sense of self worth for at least 4 days. So, what can you do?
today’s car commercials are filled with fanciful locales and driving methods that all of us would love to take part in, but when we do, we get tickets. whether it’s driving on the cliffs of some irish sea coast at 70 miles an hour, or driving over big rocks in cars that will only be used by women who cut me off, we very rarely see car commercials that display what you’ll really use your car for: stop and go traffic, and driving down straight highways. but today i got a special treat. i got to act out one of these car commercial oddities that you don’t really see much anymore. in the past nearly every car commercial depicted a family driving along a road cut deep into the mountianside lined with “watch for falling rocks” signs. and of course, in some odd fire and brimstone world, the cars would then begin to dodge a deluge of granite tumbling across the roadway. well, i wasn’t on the side of a mountian, and it wasn’t granite, but i was on a hill, and there was a pumpkin rolling down it, tumbling from lane to lane. watching the procession of cars ahead of me dodge this pumpkin, i could almost tell the age group of each driver by their evasive driving styles. the (assumed) old guy in the buick took a wide turn into the middle turn lane very early on and gracefully captained his boat of a car around the dirty orange road obstacle. shortly after him was a lowered honda civic that decided to wait till the last second to dodge it, giving a display of his car’s well-tuned suspension. whether he just wanted to play around, or if he was paying too much attention to what song his stereo was blaring across the county, i don’t know. i myself took a similar route. after all, the car salesmen told me that my 2003 mazda protege had a specially tuned suspension to handle tight corners fast, and so i couldn’t pass up this rare opportunity. so after passing the pumpkin in a sharp quick maneuver with great ease, i took a glance into my rear view mirror only to see a woman, in an lincoln navigator, on her cell phone, creating pumpkin pie under her tires, as she ran over it with little to no implication she even saw it or felt it go under her well endowed SUV. it’s probably better that way, for who knows what accidents could have occurred due to this rogue vegetable. or maybe now there’s a huge slick patch of pumpkin guts that will cause twice as many. either way, i had fun, and had to laugh at the fact that finally, after watching them for 22 years, one of those car commercials finally played out in real life. heck, who knows, maybe that lady in her navigator will go out and drive over something more than curbs and compact cars.
i’ve been sitting home all alone all day. i scanned all the movie channels early in the day, and actually wrote down when movies i liked would come on and what channel they were on. i had like, 10 hours written out. how pitiful. but the weird thing is, i’m like, on the verge of crying all the time. yeah, like girly crying. not like, “i’m lonely and sad” crying, more like, “i saw a commercial and there were some happy people in it and friendship like that is so beautiful” kinda crying. what is that? it’s a good thing i hate emo music, cause otherwise i’d be a cliche.