Last night Dean left his truck in the “pasture,” the big flat area down at the bottom of our driveway. He’d borrowed a trailer to haul some stuff and he didn’t want to back the trailer up our steep, winding driveway. As we walked up to the house, he said, “I’ll drive the Honda down to my truck in the morning.”
Me: “Drive? It would take all of a minute to walk.”
Dean: “Yeah, but it’s dark when I leave and there could be bears.”
Me: “I take the dogs out after dark every single night.”
Dean: . . . . .
Me: “Keys for the Honda are in the basket by the phone.”
Sure enough, this morning the Honda is down in the pasture. I noticed that when I took the dogs outside first thing this morning. In the dark.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Monday, September 8, 2014
Accio Chai Tea!
The summer people usually leave around Labor Day, so until next
year I’ll probably be spared scenes like this: a grocery cart parked squarely
across the entrance to the coffee and tea aisle, blocking anyone else from
entering. A summer woman walking down the aisle, manicured finger pointing at
the shelves while she mutters “chai tea, chai tea, chai tea, chai tea, chai
tea.” She finds the chai tea, walks to the cart that’s blocking the aisle,
throws the tea in and moves on to park her cart across the end of the next
aisle. She walks down the aisle with her finger in the air, pointing at the
shelves: “tomato paste, tomato paste, tomato paste, tomato paste, tomato
paste.” Another aisle, blocked, finger in the air, pointing: “Dijon mustard,
Dijon mustard, Dijon mustard, Dijon mustard, Dijon mustard.”
At this point I’m not sure if she’s blocking the end of the
aisles on purpose to keep the local riffraff out while she does her mysterious
shopping voodoo, or if it’s accidental and she just doesn’t know how grocery
stores work.
Okay, summer lady:
1. We can all share the aisles. Really. We do it all the
time.
2. Don’t glare at us when we move your cart to get down the
aisle. You’re the asshole here.
3. Just look for it until you find it, or ask someone where
it is. We don’t want to hear your little shopping chant all through the store.
4. If you’re trying to do a summoning charm, it’s “Accio
chai tea!” And you can do it without blocking the aisle, Hermione.
Summer’s gone, but on the bright side, so are the summer
people. So no more little dramas as the summer people grapple with issues
involving shopping carts and aisles, beef, cheese and patience. A few will be
back for ski vacations in December, but most of them will be gone until next
summer. See you next year, summer people.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Summer People Vs. Beef
Summer people always think they can find the same luxury
items they’re accustomed to in the big city out here in our little blue-collar town of
4,000 people. Dean was eying a rib-eye steak in the butcher case the other
day, waiting his turn as the butcher, a blunt, irascible gray-haired guy who looks like he could take a side of beef apart without resorting to knives, served the summer people ahead of him.
Summer guy: “Is that free-range beef?”
Butcher: “Not any more.”
Summer guy: “What do you mean?”
Butcher: “I mean it ain’t ranging nowhere but my butcher
case now.”
Summer guy: “But is it organic? Sometimes they say organic but the pasture where they graze is treated with chemicals. Were they all grass-fed, or fed grain and supplements too? How about bovine growth hormones or antibiotics?"
Butcher: “I dunno ‘bout all that stuff, but it’s grass-fed Angus. Damn
fine beef.”
Summer guy looked doubtful. “Do you have any Wagyu beef?”
Butcher: “Not here, but if go about two miles west of town,
there’s a ranch that can help you out. ‘Course it’s on the hoof.”
Summer guy: “On the hoof?”
Butcher: “Still walkin’ around. Still free-range, you might
say.”
Summer guy’s looking a little nervous and confused by now. “Okay,
ummm . . . do you have any prime rib?”
Butcher: “Yup. Twenty bucks a pound.”
Wow. The usual price for prime rib around here is $10 a pound, and on sale it's usually around $6.50.
The butcher leaned forward over his case with a
conspiratorial, “you look like nice folks so I tell you what I’ll do”
expression.
Butcher: “Tell ya what. Buy a nice hunk and I’ll make it
fifteen bucks a pound.”
Summer guy: “Uh, sure. Okay.”
Summer guy took his overpriced prime rib and now it’s Dean’s
turn. The butcher turns to him with a smile. Hey, a familiar face. A regular
customer. A local. Dean always asks him to cut our prime rib (when it's on sale), and he likes it “nicely
marbled, small fat cap.” To which the butcher always nods approvingly, as if to
say, “there’s a guy who knows his meat.”
Butcher: “What can I do for you?”
Dean: “I’d like a nice rib-eye, good marbling, small fat rim.”
Butcher: “Sure thing,” as he reaches into the butcher case. “How
‘bout this one?”
Dean: “I dunno. What pasture was it raised in?”
Summer people also have issues with cheese and patience.
Summer people also have issues with cheese and patience.
Summer People Vs. Cheese
Summer people aren’t used to shopping like regular people.
In fact, some of them don’t appear to be used to shopping for anything at all,
except perhaps their next wealthy spouse. They expect to hand over a list to a
clerk in any store – grocery store, hardware store, WalMart – and have the
clerk hunt and gather for them while they clack their French-manicured nails on
their smartphones and tap their Prada-shod toes impatiently, as if to say, “It
never takes this long when I send Rosita out to do the shopping.”
So Dean’s in the grocery store checkout line. It’s Friday
afternoon so it’s extra-busy, with all the regulars, the summer people, weekend
people and vacationers passing through. Lines are long and the clerks are
checking them out as fast as they can. A summer woman walks up to the harried
check-out clerk and says “show me your cheese.”
Clerk: “Cheese is at the back of the store, straight up
aisle three.”
Summer woman: “Come and show me!”
Clerk: “I’m afraid I can’t. I’m checking these people out.”
Summer woman’s expression says exactly what she thinks of
both the clerk and “these people.”
Summer woman: “I can’t find your cheese. Come and show me
where it is.”
The clerk’s starting to look desperate but she sees a free
bagger. “Bob, can you show her where the cheese is?”
Bob walks to the back of the store and both he and summer
woman are back in a moment, with her giving him a lecture on all things
cheese-related. “I saw THAT cheese, but surely that can’t be all you have? That’s
just . . . just . . .” cheese-related terminology failed her for a moment and
then she found the dreadful adjective suitable for this occasion. “That’s just
REGULAR cheese.” Bob’s shrugging an apology for the regular-ness of the cheese
section as she rattles off some type of artisanal cheese that she MUST HAVE.
Poor Bob can only shrug.
A couple of years ago I joked about summer people wanting artisanal cheese salted with the tears of the poor. I thought I was kidding.
Patience, Summer People
Oh, summer people. Always in a hurry. Like the woman who barged in front of me with her cart at the grocery store check-out line the other day. Definitely a summer person. Expensive bag, jewelry glittering at her neck, on her wrist and on most of her fingers, setting off her chic and simple white sundress. Cart filled with expensive cuts of meat and bottles of wine. By way of semi-apology, she said to her husband, but not to me, “I’m in such a hurry today. Some days I just don’t have the patience to wait in line.” Okay.
I waited patiently and checked out behind the summer people. As I pushed my cart out into the parking lot, I noticed a little drama unfolding in
the street. Summer woman was standing in the
middle of the intersection, talking to a woman in a car that was sideways
in the intersection. Summer woman was gesturing with her shiny bejeweled hands,
first in one direction and then the other. Then she gestured to the side of the
road where another car was pulled over. The other woman pulled her car over and
parked behind it. Both women then got out their cell phones and started taking pictures
of the vehicles.
As I drove out, I went past the two cars, which had now been joined by a police car. Summer woman continued to gesture, first one direction
and then the other, jewelry sparkling in the sun. Apparently summer woman didn’t
have the patience to wait her turn in traffic either.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Hogwarts, A More Honest History
To ensure that your first-year students get to school
safely, you:
a) have a group of teachers escort them from the train
station to the school along a well-lit road, or
b) send them sailing across a dark lake filled with a giant
squid and other dangerous creatures, with one big dude to look after the whole
bunch
To ensure that each student is assigned to the appropriate
house, you:
a) administer tests that measure the student’s aptitude,
personality and other characteristics, or
b) plop a talking hat on his head
Once the students are sorted, you:
a) help them get to their classes in an orderly and timely
fashion with clear routes to well-marked classrooms, or
b) let them loose in a maze of 142 shifting, moving,
disappearing and reappearing staircases, some with trick steps that trap you, along
with ghosts, poltergeists and a cantankerous caretaker
Your school contains a highly dangerous creature that can
kill a person just by looking at him. Do you:
a) have the creature removed while taking great care to keep
the students far from danger, or
b) keep it in the basement, guarded by security measures
that can’t stop a 12-year-old
A mass murderer has escaped from prison and attempted to
attack one of your students. Do you:
a) evacuate the school and send the students home under
tight security measures, or
b) hold a slumber party in the cafeteria
You have agreed to host a competition to foster
international cooperation with other schools. Do you:
a) hold the three events in the competition over the span of
a couple of weeks to let the students concentrate on their schoolwork the rest
of the year, or
b) pointlessly stretch three events out over the entire year,
with months between each one
Since you are pointlessly stretching the three events out
over the entire school year, do you:
a) invite the students from other schools to participate in
classes and other events with your students to foster that whole international
cooperation thing, or
b) have them living and studying completely separately for
the year, making their presence at Hogwarts pointless
A student who is under age and is known to be the target of
the most dangerous wizard in the world has been chosen to compete in this
competition in violation of the rules. Do you:
a) invalidate his entry on the assumption that it’s the work
of dark magic, or
b) insist that he go ahead with it and wish him good luck
One of the competitors in this event turns out to be a
world-famous Quidditch player. Do you:
a) invite him to all your games and ask him to hold special
workshops for your school’s Quidditch teams, or
b) inexplicably cancel the entire Quidditch season
This competition consists of three challenges. Do you:
a) devise challenges that are entertaining and exciting for
all the students and other wizards who have gathered to watch, or
b) stage two of the events entirely out of view – one
underwater and one inside a maze – so none of the action can be seen by those
who have pointlessly gathered to watch anyway
That only takes us through the Goblet of Fire, but you get
the point. But I still want to go to Hogwarts. Even if it means double potions
with Snape and the Slytherins occasionally. Happy birthday Harry.
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