“The world is my urinal” caught me this morning. The place I stopped was near a scene of recent criminal activity and two Laramie, WY County Deputies had the place staked out. Midway through relieving myself, got lit up. After ten embarrassing minutes, I was on my way ten miles up the road to finish the job.
Cheyenne is the county seat of Laramie County. Laramie is the county seat of Albany County, just to confuse the rest of the world.
At my first stop the entry is the emergency room entrance and the path to the lab goes by the various treatment rooms. Pacing the hall was a county deputy, perhaps the most intimidating policeman I’ve ever encountered. Being on the large size and a dirty white boy, I am seldom even aware of other men. This deputy looked like he stepped out of a WWE ring. In addition, he wasn’t in a good mood.
“Good morning, officer”, I said.
“Morning, how are you?, he replied in a tone of voice that made it clear he was in no mood for chit chat.
“Fine, thank you”, I replied as I scuttled down the hall, thankful I wasn’t the critter in the treatment room he was guarding.
For weeks I’ve been writing up loose fender linings on my daily driver log. Pulling into the airfreight side of DIA I heard a sudden noise. Yeah, you guessed it.
Note the snow tire, the one thing my employer spends top dollar to equip the fleet. Other than oil changes and wiper blades, “deferred” is the maintenance mantra.
Tired of it all, I solved the problem with a box cutter and some inspired profanity.
My entry on the daily log sheet included,
“Can’t guarantee how long the fenders will stay in place without the support of the fender liners”.
Hope your Monday was better than mine. On a positive note, the weather was grand and the number of stupid driver encountered were few.