Rantings Diversified

It’s chilly. Not really cold but it can’t decide if it wants to rain or not. The sun is in the witness protection program and federal agents are disavowing any knowledge of it as a matter of course.
I went to my local gun club for the first time in years today and helped with running the highpower rifle match. That was fun. I got to coach a teenage kid at his first real match. He did great and had fun doing so. I had a blast. I had forgotten how much fun the small local matches are. Even though I had to actually remove my self from the dormancy platform at an ungodly hour of the morning and be up, fully dressed and out WAY too early, I enjoyed it.

OK, let’s backtrack to yesterday, Friday. I have no idea what came over me but I went to SpraWl-Mart to do some grocery shopping. Alright, the reason I go there is I can get cases of water for $4. Yes 24 20 ounce plastic bottles of filtered water that I can drink up and throw away and fill up the land fills with poisonous plasitics that kill birds and fish and poison the land for generations to come and beyond but $4 is a good deal. I bought 3 cases.
So after doing some grocery shopping I get in line to be checked out and typical of any grocery store in any country of the world they didn’t have enough checkout lines open. I line up behind an extended family of extremely overweight folks from Puerto Rico. They were three sisters and a husband and the obligatory three kidlets. The kiddies, of course, were just running wild. Wild like the kids of bad parents who need removed from the gene pool do in public places. I can assure you that my son never acted like that because the first time he did he learned that I’m the dad and he’s the kid…in no uncertain terms. What ever happened to decorum and being polite? So they had four carts piled high with foodstuffs and I though it was no biggie because every other open line was filled with similar shoppers. I settled in for a wait to be checked out.
Well the mom of the kidlets just kept yakking and yakking and talking and talking and Geez(!) give it a rest I started thinking. At one point she told her son the reason he fell of the cart was because he was stupid.
I would have made a good lifeguard! Hey, you! Outta’ the gene pool!
I swear to god that the entire time I was in line behind these guys she never and I mean never shut up. Yak, yak, yak! There was no end to it. My nerves were starting to let me know this is annoying. Oh, by the way, I may be a ginger bearded ,old, gringo looking, kinda’ white guy but I speak Spanish.
After 20 minutes that felt like 17.5 hours they were paying for all their groceries with frickin’ FOOD STAMPS and she was still just yammering away. I turned to husband looking guy and said, “Oye, ese! ¿Nunca deja ella de hablar?”.
He roared with laughter shook his head no and winked at me and after she realised what she just heard she flipped out on me. Ha! She called me every name in the book.
I really dislike SpraWl-Mart!
On my way home from the match today I stopped at an auto parts store and picked up the little nylon bushing thing that holds the windshield wiper arm thing to the wiper motor thing. Then I installed it. Then I recorded the podcast with JD, Dr. Don and Baino.
Now it’s about 2130 and I’m watching the race. It’s the Richmond spring race. I’ve been to RIR and it’s a pretty cool place to see a race. Go Fast Turn Left. I’m a Junior fan but I never liked daddy. I use to be a die-hard Rusty fan. I was also a big fan of Dick Trickle and Jimmy Spencer. For years I have referred to Gordon as Dog-Shit-Monkey-Boy. I kinda’ want to like ‘Smoke’ but I don’t. I think Juan Pablo Montoya is gonna’ be the next big winning driver. Every race he does better and better.
Well, if you have followed any of this or even made to the bottom of this post…..good for you.
I have had nothing for awhile and have a mess of half written posts. Maybe by forcing myself to put this together it’ll release the block I have had.
So how was your Saturday?