Wednesday 25 July 2012

Sorry to Hear Your Grandmother Died Before You Could Bake Her a Present. That Must Have Been Like, So Pissy.

Lately I've been using the bus for all my transportory needs.  There are a few perks.  For example, money.  I've been saving a ton of it. 

Plus I occasionally get treated to a few rather amusing sights, such as this one:


I can't tell if this is an ad placement fail or a juxtaposition win. 

Of course nature has a way of restoring the money saving/spending balance.  Since I am without a car I find it hard to get to the grocery store from time to time, and have seen my fast food intake increase significantly, thus countering the money that I save.  Other examples include when I was a young lad with my first car and totalled it just as I got a nice juicy tax return that I was going to spend on some fun youthful past-time.  The irony that the few money issues I have are tied to my means of transportation is not lost on me.

I think what I love most about the bus though is the ambience and the lovely conversations that take place that I otherwise would not normally be privy to.  Just the other day I happened to be directly in front of a delightful young woman and her companion, and was treated to the following little bit of ear candy:

Girl:  So I have all these like, sculptures that I've been procrastinating on. Some of them need to be baked, a few of them still need to be glazed, and then there's this one sculpture I made for my grandma, but then the kiln broke down, so I couldn't give it to her, and then she died, which was really pissy.

Poor her.  I felt bad for her and set out to find her a card.  Hallmark doesn't exactly make a card for quite these situations.  So I went and made her my own. Mine's awesome 'cause there's a dinosaur on the front.



I didn't exactly get a forwarding address, so I hope she reads my blog.  It's all about the healing here at Science Fiction Fantasy Stamps.