Sometimes I read and hear something so crazy, it makes me wonder exactly what the person was thinking when they wrote or said it. And when the crazy things aren’t actually coming out of my own mouth for a change, I tend to write them down. On lists. That I keep in drawers in my desk. So when weeks/months/years go by and I’m actually tidying up the shadowy places in my office that the best flotsam gravites to, I usually come across a surprise chuckle or two.
“Why don’t you blog your lists,” my husband said this morning, “instead of writing them on papers that are just going to lie around in your office waiting for you to get annoyed enough to dig them out?”
Good point.
Why don’t I.
From the August Herald
(Augusta, Georgia, we had to explain yesterday to our niece from Far, Far Away. NOT Augusta, Maine.)
Day After Thanksgiving:
When a Marine goes down…
A computer was stolen from the Best Buys. No address given in the article, by the way, because there’s only the one in town. In Atlanta, there’s a Best Buys on practically every corner. Someone’s always trying to steal something. Big city journalists have to be more specific if they want anyone to care enough to read past their by-line.
Anyway, the thief was caught by the store’s Shopping Surveillance Team. Not store security. We’re now politically correcting our hourly rent-a-cops, so they don’t feel vilified by the thieving shopping masses. (more…)
