TNT
10-29-2006, 09:42 PM
This day just keeps getting worse
Okay, so we had our big Halloween parade today.
Every year, a controversial and unpopular group applies to get a float, gets banned, goes to court and gets an order allowing them to march. They annoy the hell out of everybody, people throw vegetables at them, etc.
This year, they were banned and didn't get a court order. So, instead of being in the parade, they marched on the sidewalk.
As luck would have it, they were marching single file down my part of the sidewalk at the same time I was coming back from the mini-mart. I soon caught up to them. I was at the tail end of their line when two thoughts occured in rapid succession...
1. Hey look, a local news crew is filming them at this very moment...
2. ... and it looks like I'm marching with them.
And now I'm eagerly awaiting 6:30pm to see myself on TV... and for 6:31pm for my phone to start ringing with everyone I know calling to find out wtf was on my mind.
Of course, even that would be better than seeing myself on TV with my deer in the headlights look, followed by my bizarre, Vicodin-inspired "I'm not with them!" pantomime.
Momma told me there'd be days like this... she just didn't tell me there'd be so many of them.
Okay, so we had our big Halloween parade today.
Every year, a controversial and unpopular group applies to get a float, gets banned, goes to court and gets an order allowing them to march. They annoy the hell out of everybody, people throw vegetables at them, etc.
This year, they were banned and didn't get a court order. So, instead of being in the parade, they marched on the sidewalk.
As luck would have it, they were marching single file down my part of the sidewalk at the same time I was coming back from the mini-mart. I soon caught up to them. I was at the tail end of their line when two thoughts occured in rapid succession...
1. Hey look, a local news crew is filming them at this very moment...
2. ... and it looks like I'm marching with them.
And now I'm eagerly awaiting 6:30pm to see myself on TV... and for 6:31pm for my phone to start ringing with everyone I know calling to find out wtf was on my mind.
Of course, even that would be better than seeing myself on TV with my deer in the headlights look, followed by my bizarre, Vicodin-inspired "I'm not with them!" pantomime.
Momma told me there'd be days like this... she just didn't tell me there'd be so many of them.