Monthly Archives: September 2007

English is hard

What is the plural of “people person?” As in, “She’s a real people person; she gets along with everyone!” If there’s more than one of them, are they people people? People persons?

Perhaps Kim will make a poll. She’s a real person person.

Y’all come back now!

So, Tuesday I brushed my teeth and left my toothbrush posed, like so, on the counter in the bathroom.

The next time I looked for it, it was gone. Not there. Missing. Incognito. Wednesday I did not brush my teeth until I went and got a complimentary one from the front desk, along with a nifty little tube of toothpaste. I forgot to buy one yesterday when I was getting my delicious meal, and since I have two more at home still, didn’t really want to buy another.

Luckily, it turned out I had put my toothbrush back in my backpack to take with me for emergency roadside toothbrushing!

I don’t know why I bothered – this is the south, after all. It’s a bonus if you have teeth at all!

So anyway, I worked some, then traveled, and came across this:

So I stopped and looked around, of course. It wasn’t too fancy, a hole-in-the-wall with a bunch of random stuff used guns, some rifles that can’t be bought in California, and a M1 Carbine that had been turned into a handgun. Funky!

All that browsing got my hunger parts a’ burnin’, so I hit kept my eyes peeled for some authentic southern coastal eatin’.

Nothing screams SOUTH like a humongous catfish!

I got the Sudie’s special meal – two seafoods, with beans, coleslaw, and hushpuppies. When the waitress gave me the menu, she asked if I’d like a cold beer to start, and when she dropped off the food, asked if I’d need more seafood sauce. I’m so steeped in the culture it’s dripping from my pores!

I passed on the beer in favor of a Sprite, and passed on the extra sauce, because there’s no way I’m getting through all those fries, crawfish, and shrimp. The coleslaw was delicious, but on the runny side. I’m still hoping it gives me tons of gas. The beans were brown, but tasted like those white beans. I only ate two spoonfuls.

And then I went back to work. This site was located on a street named after the second most famous Texas Ranger.

I’m keeping my eyes peeled for Lone St.

All the work done there, I headed home, and made sure to stop by the Fry’s near the space station. I’d heard they have something interesting there.


And they did! Apparently, Texas is so big, they had to explore it from space, and they still have a space station in Houston. NASA is here, too, and inside this Fry’s, theres a bunch of satellites and space station paraphernalia. Groovy!

On the way back to my hotel, I passed by this humongous building. I’m not sure what it is, but I think it’s where they’re building the robots that will eventually take over the word and enslave mankind. Spooky!
Back towards Houston, there was another huge traffic jam. For how huge the roads are, and how well spaced out everything is, they sure have a lot of accidents. Tuesday morning when I turned on the news, there was an accident on every highway, in every direction.
Also note, these lucky country bumpkins get to ride in the back of their trucks!

Oh yeah, and they have these nifty little happy signs everywhere, giving tips to passers-by.


Some of them say “Drive clean through Texas.” Some incorrigible youths slap new stickers on them that say “Drive clear through Texas.” LOL!!!

Humberto blows through

One thing that is true across all cultures, all times, all peoples, in all the history and experience of mankind, is that if you give a security person a golf cart, he or she will turn into an unbearable nazi. Today, I was sent to a site with a golf-cart-parking-nazi. It’s a site where there are normal workers, and in the back, there’s two rows of parking spots dedicated to the technicians who may be working there.

The parking nazi tickets whomever is there, no matter what. I was forewarned, and knew what to expect. However, I did not expect to encounter he so soon!

As soon as I turned into the parking lot, this is the first thing I saw.


There she was, sitting, waiting for me. But… BAM!!! My co-workers had given me a protective sigil!


And just like magic, my Kia went unmolested for the two hours or so I was there. Then I set off in search of food, and found a delightful little Mexican restaurant called Jack in the Box. I know it’s a Mexican restaurant , because everyone working and eating there was Mexican, even me!

On the road again, I thought about getting some shoes to wear at customer sites, instead of my Adidas athletic slides, and wanted something to keep the rain off my head. I settled for a small umbrella, and didn’t see anywhere interesting to get shoes.

Then after a bit more work at a different site, I drove through Hurricane Humberto back to my hotel. And surprise of surprises, my luggage bag was waiting for me! The airline had found it somewhere at about 11:00, and promised to delivery it to my hotel within 6 hours, and it was behind the desk when I rolled in. Yippee!

I put my laptop on AC to recharge, and set off for dinner: more authentic Mexican food to appease the anger of Humberto. I also wanted to get a new toothbrush, because I left mine on the bathroom counter, and the hired help tossed it. I also wanted some band-aids, because my hands have taken a beating working on these darn machines.

But I forgot all that stuff, when I picked up this feast, to go:

Check that out – they even gave me a sack of those chips! Score! I ate and watched some kind of marathon of Mythbusters, and went to bed. Good day.

Oh, and you know what’s wacky? Here in Texas, Leno comes on at 10! How wack is that?