Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Too much September

Top 5 all time favorite Grey’s Anatomy episodes based on the moments in them:
5. Season 2
4. The one in season 3 when the ferry explodes
3. The one in Season 2 (I think) when the trains collided and the old black man and the young girl were impaled with the tree or something and they have to quit working on the girl because the guy has a better chance to live and Meredith is screaming they can’t leave her behind.
2. The one in season 3 after Denny dies and Burke loses his hand and he tells Izzie “You are not fine. I am not fine.”
1. The one in season 2 when Christina can’t stop crying after her abortion.

Possible responses to an old man telling you you are putting people out of a job by using the self check out lanes:
*Kroger doesn’t pay union wages. Just standing here makes you a communist.
*Do YOU realize that you’re putting chefs out of work by cooking that food yourself?
*Do you realize children of farmers can’t afford shoes because you’re shopping at a chain grocery store instead of a farmer’s market?
*Being old doesn’t give you the right to hassle people.

The radio was talking about how or if you can say something to parents with ridiculously overweight kids. I think the answer is no. Then a guy called in and said fat people used to make comments about his skinny kids and how they need to put some meat on their bones. I think that’s inappropriate, too. One of the radio guys made the excellent observation that people with addictions like to be around other people with addictions. Either as a way to connect or as a way to not feel so bad. Like they’re not alone. Or possibly as a taking-you-down-with-me. Or maybe I just can’t word what he said correctly.

The neighbors spent the end of summer playing water guns or some other shooting game late at night. They would run across our lawn and mostly across the path in front of the window. It irritated the dog. I wanted to yell at them that it was too late (dusk) to be running and shooting directly in front of our front window. Based on this observation, I imagine I will be the crotchety old woman who steals your ball when it goes on my lawn.

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