Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Why You Really Do Need To Leave the House From Time to Time....

Because you might just find something like this:




Now, in the interest of full disclosure, I did not actually find this - although I did leave the house yesterday.
(It was a big day - I went OTP* and hit both Hobby Lobby and WalMart.
Never let it be said that I don't know how to party...)


No, Bubba found this for me in the street in front of his office building. "It was as if someone had flung it to the pavement in disgust after finding it on their windshield," he said.

Do you now see why I love this man? Most men, heck most people even, probably wouldn't even have noticed it. But not my sweetie - he not only noticed it, but read it. And after looking at this written piece of pure malice and road rage, he didn't just walk off and leave it.

Nope - instead he thought, "I bet my wife would love this," and he picked up this little scrap of ire, and brought it home proudly to me.

And he was sooo right - this just made me unaccountably happy. I tee-hee'd over this all night. Nothing like a little scheudenfreude to brighten a girl's day... ( I swear, I think I like the mean little note more than the lovely flowers - what does that say about me??? And the warped little cinder that passes for my heart??)

I have long been a fan of Davy Rothbart's Found - both the books and the website. There is something unaccountably pleasing about stumbling over a little piece of someone else's life. I am always keeping an eye out for "found" objects of my own, but rarely do I ever stumble across anything this good...


*Isn't one of the signs of addiction is that you begin furtively traveling to out-of-the-way neighborhoods in a desperate attempt to fuel your habit???

6 comments:

autum said...

Love it! At first I wondered if that love note was for you.

Editrix said...

Holy doppelganger, Batman! This is getting frrr-eaky.

LLA said...

Nope - not meant for me!

Not because I am such a fab driver, though. I'm sure that there are plenty of things that I do in the car that would cause someone to leave me a nasty note*. But I'll probably never get a note telling me to "slow down".

That's right - I'm a slow, pokey driver. Can't help it, it's part of my rigorous training for the "little old lady" Olympics...

(and Editrix - I had seen your way cool paper plate, and was quite envious. But not as envious as I was when you found the hand-drawn Pokemon card!)

*Actually, that's not wholly true. I'll admit that I drive a car whose manufacturer has long been associated with vehicular jackassery.
You know, because it's happened to you. Someone does something jerky, and you think "well of course, stupid jerk in the [insert name of car company here]."
Knowing that my choice of cars has put me in some selfish, inconsiderate-driver company - I really, really try to be super conscientious when I drive....

laeroport said...

That is cracking me up! And yes, I see why you love that man. He's a gem.

capello said...

Okay, just how freaking demented do you have to be to follow someone somewhere to leave them a nasty note?

Angela said...

That was so funny. I told my hubby about it and we were both cracking up. Then, my hubby stopped laughing and said, "Why did he pick up the piece of trash in the first place?"
8-)