Finally, some recourse

Recourse is a slippery entity. It seems to be the carrot in front of our noses, dangling, never to be caught. I'd like to have some recourse when it comes to my two greatest but no so new found annoyances. It took a recent trip to the "magical" world of Disney to bring everything together. Now, at the risk of sounding miserly, I will navigate my transgressions carefully.

My two annoyances will wait until the trip is recalled. I'm going to lay it out in a game called "bright side, dark cloud."

Bright side: The weather was perfect. It did not rain a drop and the temperature was between 85 and 90 degrees all week.

Dark cloud: Scooters are now affordably rentable at Disney World. The scooters are being used by fat people (mostly), some old people and fat, old people.

Bright side: I don't require a scooter, but can swiftly manuver a double stroller around a scooter.

Dark cloud: Not all fat people use scooters.

Bright side: I can accurately clip their ankles with said double stroller and then say "so sorry, I didn't know you were going to move that direction"

side note - yes I did. You see, fat people have an uncanny way of wandering just in front of you and moving slightly to the right or left, depending on which way one is trying to jockey around them. It is insensing to say the least, but the game of ankle crashing makes it better.

Dark cloud: I endured this for a week.

Now, after coming back "refreshed" from my vacation, I was painfully reminded that work is like the fat person meandering in front of you at Disney. You can't get around them. You try to go to the left and there's someone coming the other way. You duck to the left and speed up - aimless 3 year old not paying attention.

At work, however, the fat person in the scooter is acutally a fat person in a scooter. The people coming the other direction(s) are the helpless old people in the aisles "shopping." The aimless three year old is either an aimless three year old or guy/chick on cell phone at counter. My phone ringing, on the other hand, is likened to nothing in life. It is incessant and overwhelming. It is relentless but grating to the core. I hate my ever-ringing phone. If we ever get new phones, I'm going to ask if I can take one home - I have a field behind my house. Let's just say....


Now, I would undoubtedly act as Michael Bolton in this scene. That about covers item 1.

The second annoyance is old people with time to burn. Now, I understand you have a legitimate question. I actually enjoy answering those. On the flipside, if you rush me and poke your snout over the counter as if you are on fire only to ask me the whereabouts of cotton balls....


So, that's about it. Vacation, all I ever wanted......blah, blah. I never did enjoy the Bangles. I was always more partial to Bananarama's "Cruel Summer."

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. This clip would be relevant to both work and Disney. One could say it's the "background noise" in either place. Enjoy.