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.