Can I make a post at 4:30 in the morning on Lame Post Friday? Apparently I can, because here I am, typing. Will it be any good? Oh, who cares on Lame Post Friday? I’ll just keep typing.
I left out one good part of my run yesterday. Towards the end, I heard a horn beep and I recognized the car and occupant!
Now, I am famous for not recognizing folks who beep at me. In fact, many years ago when I lived in Potsdam, I completely stopped looking up when I heard a beep. This is because I was a young, fairly shapely female and it seemed every beep came from, as I put it at the time, “some asshole in a pick-up truck with a baseball hat yelling, ‘Hey, Babe!'”
Oh, don’t start hating at me! There is nothing wrong with driving a pick-up truck or wearing a baseball hat. Personally, I miss driving a pick-up truck, and I know many very pleasant people who invariably wear a baseball hat. This was in the late 1980’s. I’m just repeating what happened and what I said about it at the time. These days, I usually look. I haven’t gotten a “Hey, Babe!” in years. The last thing that got yelled at me was, “Hey, Grandma!” I laughed at that.
Getting back to today’s good story, when I looked up yesterday, I immediately recognized the delivery car for the Medicine Shoppe, driven by my friend Rick. We waved at each other. Yay, I love Rick! I love The Medicine Shoppe, too, so you see I have gotten a in shout-out to a local business. Pretty good for 4:30 in the morning. I’m going back to drinking coffee now.
Mohawk Valley Girl 