Sunday Sinks

Today we are going to take a Sunday drive and see what sinks in. Do you get the title now that we gave a spin?

Our first stop is a yard sale. Forget that it is October. Forget that it is in a building. Forget that the lights are on. When asked which part of the yard was for sale, they huff at us and walk away. What? It's called a YARD SALE. Why aren't they selling the yard? We want to buy what they are selling but they don't want to sell it. Can you believe that? House for sale doesn't even mention the yard, but you still get it. Yet Yard Sale, which directly mentions the yard, you can't buy. How rude is that?

Next we spot some mugs. Oh boy, Pat's ego just rose because his name is on a mug. There are already more mugs in the cupboard then we can count. Their dust probably has dust, but let's get another mug because a name is on it. Another one that you won't use. Or you will use it and ditch the one you did use. HOW MANY MUGS DO HUMANS NEED? Hey, at least they aren't plastic and oh so bad for the environment, right? Pffft. 

Then we pass by this. Really? Does the happy face scream, BUY ME? Do they hope you don't look at what it says? Is it a mix and match world now? Why would you want to wash your body with ice cream? Scented or otherwise? What's wrong with good old fashion soap? I can do it too. Moose Hoof Tire Cleaner. See? Makes no sense, but slap a happy moose face on there and humans will buy it up.

Oh, now we are in the woods. Yeah, not a place we wish to be. Let's get out of here fast. But wait. Do you spot that? Maybe we aren't in the woods. Maybe we are at the dump. Nope. There is a wood tick. We are in the woods. Oh, we are in the woods. We are in the woods. No one will see us. Let's dump all of our crap there and make it someone else's problem. We can't have it in our yard. We can't take it to the dump. We can't save it for a garbage can. We can't give it to anyone. Nope. Let's go be lazy hemorrhoids and dump our crap in the woods. Sounds oh so great...if you're a hemorrhoid.

Hold on! Slow down. We just entered a school zone. We have to go slower. The sign says go slower "when children are present" but the law says you are to obey it 24/7. So umm do children go to school 24/7? That must suck. Why even have that at the bottom? Why not just make it 30 km, or whatever it is stated, all the time? And aren't children possibly present everywhere? Oh, there is a store. Children present. Oh, there is a yard sale. Children present. Oh, there is a whatever. Children present. Hell, let's just call it a day and go back to horse and buggy. Damn, children will still be present. May as well just walk. Can't have kids be taught to look both ways, not walk in the middle of the road, and that there are many stupid drivers about so don't trust they will stop. Nope. That is so bad. 

And since we have to walk now, which the cat is good at, here you are:

See? I walked to the water bowl.

Anyway, since we have to walk, we are now through with today's trip. Hopefully next time we'll avoid school zones on a Sunday where kids are still present.

Have lots of mugs at your sea? Do you see your name on them and scream, that's me? Do you have school zone signs where you are at? Do you dump in the woods like a gnat? See any weird products at your bay? Want to scrub up with ice cream and clean away? Ever buy a yard at your sea? Has this sunk in yet for thee? I think I'll let it sink in more with this pass and continue walking about with my little rhyming ass.

Let things sink and begin to think.