Sometimes a name and mascot just don’t fit the business.

Or maybe this one does. I haven’t seen the dancers.

Bullgrit
bullgrit@totalbullgrit.com

I’ve been in my hometown for a couple days helping my mom with some stuff. All day yesterday we were working pretty hard, getting things done, and by 4:00 in the afternoon, we were both pretty tired. By 6:00 I was laying on the sofa mindlessly surfing through the TV channels.

We watched part of a movie, then Mom went to bed. I watched a couple of TV shows, and just generally went completely brain dead all by myself in the den. I wasn’t ready to sleep yet, but just wanted to lay there doing nothing. By 10:30 p.m., I was barely conscious, blurry-eyed, and just a vegetable. Then at 11:00, I realized I hadn’t written a blog post for today. Oh crap!

I hopped up fast and made my way to my mom’s office. Since she was already in bed, all the lights through the house were off (except in the den where I had been watching TV), so I had to slowly feel my way down the hall.

I know my own home well enough to navigate blind from one end to the other without needing to feel about me. But my mom’s house is not so perfectly well known to me. (I didn’t grow up in this house.) I know the general lay out, but the details aren’t ingrained in my mind.

I made my way to her office and went in. First thing I did was stub my toe on that chair right in front of the door. In the office I flipped the light switch on the wall — no light came on. (I think it just turned on the ceiling fan.) Then I had to think about where the lamps were in the room.

I stepped forward to reach the nearest lamp, and I tripped over that chair again. Dammit, I had just kicked it, you’d think I would remember it was there.

I found the lamp and worked my fingers up the neck to find the switch. Click, the room lit up. Thank goodness. I walked around the desk and sat down at her computer.

And this is the post you get for all that effort. Sorry that it sucks.

Bullgrit
bullgrit@totalbullgrit.com

We were on our way to a restaurant for dinner. While stopped at a traffic light, I noticed a couple of guys at the gas station on the right corner of the intersection. They were standing at the front of their black SUV talking, and one of them pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket and dumped it on the hood of their truck. They continued talking while the one counted out the bills.

The light ahead turned green and we pulled away. We went to the restaurant and had a pleasant meal. On our way back home, almost an hour later, on the completely opposite side of town, we stopped at another red light. I glanced over beside me in the left lane and saw those same two guys from the gas station in their truck beside us. This light turned green and we pulled away. Before we reached the next light, they had turned off in another direction.

What are the odds of that coincidence? I notice two guys I had never seen before, just minding their own business at a random intersection, happen to wind up beside me again an hour later at a different intersection in a different part of town.

Bullgrit
bullgrit@totalbullgrit.com