just for fun

mes amis

with all my art logging in recent weeks, i have been remiss in web logging! let us fall some logs then shall we?

timber! (courtesy of oregon historical society)

i was reminded of this fact during a recent jaunt to the upper east side where i had my eye balls examined. narry a year has passed since there was an earth quake! i recall the day of the quake was the first time i had gone to this particular eye doctor’s ufficio and what sadness that i hadn’t even felt a tremor or tremble from the earth. neither had the receptionists. nevertheless, they fielded phone calls from loved ones: “an EARTH quake?! i didn’t feel a THING,” one joked with an exaggerated eye ball roll. indeed, none of us had felt the quakings or shakings. could this mean the upper east side is impermeable to natural disasters? (such as earth quakes, polyester and bad hair?) hmmm.

quel horreur. (courtesy of ivman’s blague)

popping back down to middle manhattan i felt deserving of a treat. after all, i had been to the doctor and had my eyeballs examined. i didn’t want candy and i had already indulged in my daily banana. i paused on the street when lo and behold it struck me. a frosty! i usually consume about two frostys per season. one at the start of estivating and one at summer’s end. and so i moseyed into the wendy’s on 34th street where a fine assortment of folk gathered in wait of ordering.

i find waiting in lines to be meditative… do you?

i admired the servers, cashiers and cooks. they seemed to be having much fun and for a moment i wondered–have i erred in my career choice? perhaps i would have made an excellent employee of a fast food restaurant. i certainly love the food enough to a have a passion for quick affordable deliscious food… even if it is not the best for one’s bottom! as the employees laughed and teased and tended to customers  i longed to be a part of their camaraderie. and yet was i perhaps exoticizing this employ? i have never worked in the food industry (only the magic and tennis industries!) before i could decide it was time to order.

good day, i would like a kiddie frosty and a small french fry.
chocolate or vanilla?
chocolate, bien sur!
are you sure you want the kiddie? cuz it’s like this big (indicates an inch with her thumb and pointer fingers)
surely you are joking!
no. the small is like this big (inch and a half hand gesture) and the kiddie is like this (tiny inch, even smaller than previous inch indicated)

like celery and peanut butter, so is a frosty and a fry

with a sigh i agreed to order the small. hmph! yet, i wasn’t so sorry when it arrived. it had just the proper mixure of coco, sugar and milky iced cream. oooh what heaven! the french fries were adequate at best. but i would rather have one sublime treat and one so-so fry than a mediocre medly. and so it was with great relish that i strolled back to the office-i-frequent-mondays-through-fridays. the people on the street didn’t even bother me so much…for they looked with envy at my tasty treat (when they weren’t texting, that is!)

texting while walking has been banned in new jersey…then again people there say “down the shore” … hmm…

i like how wendy’s doesn’t insult its customers by suggesting a straw. nay. rather they offer a spoon wrapped in a clear thin plastic. naturellement, as i mulled on this fact i remembered that the ketchup came from one of those squirt tub things and i began to fear it was perhaps laced with anthrax. was there a somewhat spicy flavor i detected in that tomato taste?! of course the only medicine i am allergic to is cipro: the drug used to stop anthrax poisoning! aidez moi!

j/k… i am sure i will live.

healthfully + hopefully!,
kippy

ps. i have been alerted to the fact that wordpress (and world of war craft, too) has been blocked in iran. this is most distressing to me. let us all hope and inshallah that the government officials have a change of internet mind + heart

 

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