Thursday, April 06, 2006
Dumpers
Today I fly down to LA for a very very quick visit - attend a wedding, go to sleep, get up, fly back, and get a ride right back to the office again. It’s a party that will last all day long. And it promises to be quite a long day indeed. Tomorrow will be no easier, though it will likely be less party-oriented.
Respecting which, in lieu of a more substantial post (I have a few stocked up, don’t you worry), here’s a few words I wish someone else had written. They should be in a book that Z got for his recent birthday: “Diggers and Dumpers." It’s full of photos of trucks, with their names written beneath them (like “giant excavator,” not “Smitty"). But I really wish it also contained at least this tiny snippet of dialogue:
(knock knock)* Hello? Are you in there?
* Yes! What?
* What are you doing?
* What?!!
* What are you doing in there? Are you digging?
* No, goddamn it! Can I have some alone time now please?
Back in a few. Dig it.
