My Day With Spike, and Today's RMM Weird Quote of the day
Today's adventure actually started two and a half weeks ago. That's when Spike was driving the van (recently dubbed "The Magic Bus" but so far lacking a spectacular psychadelic paint job in bluetones) from Texas to Colorado, having come down to help spring me and the Divas. More to the point, that's when Spike rolled down the driver's side window while the car was overheating and we had to turn the A/C off. In the Texas Panhandle. In June. Yeah. So anywho, you may or may not know/remember, that the driver's side window of the Magic Bus is not to be rolled down, under any but the most dire of circumstances. This is because, once down, it will not roll back up. So for the past... let me count... 17 days, the window has been stuck down. Today, we went ahead and took ol' MB to the Nissan repair place, where we had to have it put up for us, and then the switch disconnected. Later, when I have a job, I will get it replaced, but meanwhile the window will not be rolled down. Nor, thanks to an oddity of engineering, can the passenger side window. But I digress.
So, as we begin the long wait for the service on MB to even begin, the guy at the shop tells us that he can have their shuttle driver drop us off anywhere we need to go. Both Spike's and my eyes light up when the guy suggests the mall. I rarely mall-shop anymore, it's too expensive; I often tell people that if it can't be found at Wal-Mart, it can't be found in my house. But the occasional window-shopping is harmless. So we ventured to the mall, and into a bookstore.
A bookstore is to me as a book-burning is to religious fundamentalists. It is my Nirvana. Spike and I quickly went our separate ways to look at our own types of books. When we were about ready to head out, we showed each other the fun things we had found. The most interesting one I found (well, aside from the mildly disturbing, comic-esque book of bunny suicides, and the highly overpriced pop-up book of phobias) was called "This Book Will Change Your Life." Since there is really no way I can describe it, click here for the link and look halfway down the page. Be sure to check out the excerpts, and pay special attention to the symmetry one. That was where the day's entertainment took off. See, the bookstore has this little padded bench-like thingy. (That's a technical term.) And since we had time to kill, we sat there thumbing through the book. That particular page caught Spike's eye, and next thing you know, he had taken out some sort of all-purpose survival tool he carries and flipped it out to where it makes a small ruler. Then he proceeded to measure my face. Only if you'll notice, the instructions don't tell you what to measure IN, so at first we were measuring inches... then converted to centimeters... then for some reason looked into millimeters. We did my face three times, Spike's only once, but after the first try we realized we could add the measurements on the calculators of our cell phones. thus eliminating the possibility of incorrect addition (though still leaving incorrect conversion between English and metric, but never mind). For my face we kept coming up with different numbers... never in the mid-range though... so I am either in the top 10% in terms of facial attractiveness, or I need to go join the carnival freak show now. Of course, all this was accomplished with much giggling on my part, and more than a few amused, annoyed, and/or worried glances from store employees and fellow shoppers alike.
And so we come to the RMM Weird Quote of the Day:
"You never look at someone's face until you look at their face."
So, as we begin the long wait for the service on MB to even begin, the guy at the shop tells us that he can have their shuttle driver drop us off anywhere we need to go. Both Spike's and my eyes light up when the guy suggests the mall. I rarely mall-shop anymore, it's too expensive; I often tell people that if it can't be found at Wal-Mart, it can't be found in my house. But the occasional window-shopping is harmless. So we ventured to the mall, and into a bookstore.
A bookstore is to me as a book-burning is to religious fundamentalists. It is my Nirvana. Spike and I quickly went our separate ways to look at our own types of books. When we were about ready to head out, we showed each other the fun things we had found. The most interesting one I found (well, aside from the mildly disturbing, comic-esque book of bunny suicides, and the highly overpriced pop-up book of phobias) was called "This Book Will Change Your Life." Since there is really no way I can describe it, click here for the link and look halfway down the page. Be sure to check out the excerpts, and pay special attention to the symmetry one. That was where the day's entertainment took off. See, the bookstore has this little padded bench-like thingy. (That's a technical term.) And since we had time to kill, we sat there thumbing through the book. That particular page caught Spike's eye, and next thing you know, he had taken out some sort of all-purpose survival tool he carries and flipped it out to where it makes a small ruler. Then he proceeded to measure my face. Only if you'll notice, the instructions don't tell you what to measure IN, so at first we were measuring inches... then converted to centimeters... then for some reason looked into millimeters. We did my face three times, Spike's only once, but after the first try we realized we could add the measurements on the calculators of our cell phones. thus eliminating the possibility of incorrect addition (though still leaving incorrect conversion between English and metric, but never mind). For my face we kept coming up with different numbers... never in the mid-range though... so I am either in the top 10% in terms of facial attractiveness, or I need to go join the carnival freak show now. Of course, all this was accomplished with much giggling on my part, and more than a few amused, annoyed, and/or worried glances from store employees and fellow shoppers alike.
And so we come to the RMM Weird Quote of the Day:
"You never look at someone's face until you look at their face."
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