Feb. 29, 2008 at 5:13pm
(tacoma specific? Possibly not.)
Had doctor's appointment. Feeling decidedly better about the decidedly sucky necessity of changing docs, but had two moments that sat sour in my head for a while.
#1-parking lots, dear people. Minivans are not "compact." Nor are Hummers or SUVs, unless the latter is possibly one of those stacked tuna cans (the tC? Why the heck can't I think of the make of that car?) Driving around a St Joes-area lot, I saw a boatload of "compact" spots sullied by the presence of the behemoth fuel-monsters aforementioned. I was grumpy, sure as shootin'.
#2- Scent. Be aware of scent, dear people. I let go of Grumpy and found Queasy and Headachey as I waited for the elevator, then got in the elevator. Which leads me to this point: Just because you might not be able to smell your scent anymore, does not mean *we* can't, it just means you've fried your olfactory senses. And this is a violation of oxygen that knows no class: doused-on expensive perfume is no less offensive than doused-on cheap crap (or body odors gone unchecked.) A wise woman once told me that scent is the ultimate sensual enticement. Used correctly, is has a subtle magic. The other option: Think Pepe le Peu, baby.
that is all I have, for now.
comments  | posted under parking, public service, smelling, TacomaComments
by AP on 3/1/2008 @ 8:26pm
|Were you at La Fondita tonight?|
by jcbetty on 3/1/2008 @ 8:33pm
|yeah, no. not at all. (scent? I'm guessing, not cars.)|
by AP on 3/1/2008 @ 10:34pm
|Nope. I just saw some mothers and daughters at a big table having dinner and talking computers so I thought some of your gang might have been involved. You or jenyum or something.. it was a longshot.|
by jenyum on 3/2/2008 @ 7:30am
musing her way through arts, culture, dining, shopping, exercising, and parenting, all while wearing a pungent, truffle-like aroma.