For those old, like me - that's from the song "You Really Got A Hold On Me" by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles from 1962. Victor, you ARE old. Uh huh. Lucky, blessed, I call it.
Just spit it out Victor, what are you trying to say?
I'm not fully sure. I spend an inordinate amount of time in the early mornings (and, basically all day long, all night long, long time eh?) thinking about life, the human brain, and how the two match up...... or don't.
I was discussing Wendy's chili with a loved one. She'd never had it, oh man, I LOVE me some Wendy's chili. A couple weeks ago, I drove thru to get some chili. (and a baked tater, AND, a medium Vanilla Frosty) Ya pull in, they have their little fake, recorded greeting before a live body comes on (I always look, pick my nose while I wait. JK, but, it does kinda sound fun.) The real live person was perky, fun, nice.
Then........ I get to the window. I was perked up by the perked up Wendy's microphone person - and I get to the window, hand the lady (Jan, her name tag said, NOT the microphone lady) my dough...(no hello, but only "$10.67")... so I offered "Wendy's chili is THE BEST!"... almost under her breath... with 'excitement' like Ben Stein calling out Buehler... Buehler.. Ferris Buehler, she monitoned, "uh huh, that seems to be the general consensus"... but, what I REALLY heard was "please take your 33 cents and leave me the hell alone Mister, I get off in three hours. and that's all I long for."
Then, next window (Diane, her badge said) fired the biggest ole grin at me as she handed me my food, asked how I was doing.. . I wasn't able to fuss or gripe because she gave me a spoon for the chili, anuther for the Frosty, and yet also a knife, a fork for the taters, butter, extra crackers AND napkin. Then, flashing them pearly whites, she chirpily added, "Can I get you anything else?"...no, but ty. "Hey, have a great evening!" U2
I think I was the most important customer to her, but then again, the lady behind me in the SUV prolly was too... and the dude in the F1-fitty behind her... the kid in the Nisson.. WE GET IT VICTOR, WE GET IT.
In 45 seconds - it was a look at life........ One view, PERKY... nuther, "Go away from, my window, leave at your own chosen speed, I'm not that one you want, babe, I'm not the one you need," I JUST WANT THREE O'CLOCK TO GET THE HELL HERE. Thataway, I'll get home, the damn dog and cat will be chirpy - so I'll feed them to get them to leave me alone.. then, the kid gets off the bus... same thing... "Here's your mac and cheese Sonny Boy.... eat up, do your homework, take a bath, go to bed." A gummy for me to snooze, then I have to get up and do this crap allover again.
It's just a guess... but, twere I to follow the upbeat microphone lady home.... it might be a tad different. She'd veer into the Piggly.. walk in, holler "HEY CHARLIE!" he'd wave, smile. She'd get junk to make peanut butter cookies with - and a few other things. Then... she'd quickly tidy up the house... make some fun math flashcards (complete with a 'dad joke' every fourth one) for the kids.... lay out her favorite negligee for later.... then.......
Hubby gets home... they, jointly, between smooches, take turns adding pasta sheets, meaty red sauce, creamy cheese mixture, mozzarella, and repeat repeat until it's lasagna, kisses sweeter than wine... pop, into the oven. Kids, flashcards, giggles. Lasagna, yum, followed by "Hey kids, help me make peanut butter cookies!" Whilst doing so, honey boy was out back preparing the fire pit. As if the cookies weren't enough sugar - they all sang a few tunes around the fire, then made smores... called it a (fun) day....... then...
She RAN up the steps... hubba hubba'd the negligee on... when honey boy opened the bedroom door she greeted him as if he'd just returned from a six month military stay in Cambodia... OHHH BABY.
It was a tale of two cities, right Dickens?
We are what we eat........... No, that ain't it.
Well... we are I guess.. Moreso, we reap what we sow.
Life. Two looks. I don't like you........ and oh but I love you.
A little diddie about Jan and Diane... two Wendy's workers doing the best they can with what they've chosen to work with.
Life, you really got a hold on me.
Lyrics by Smokey Robinson.. training by Dave Thomas... ledger by Dickens. (Charles, not Little Jimmy)
Love, Victurd
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