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We left our beloved Wyoming December 4th and returned in hopes of better weather April 29th! Well here we are…MAY……THATS RIGHT MAY..May the 22nd to be exact…. and this is what our beloved Wyoming gives us..I can only assume that the boneheads in Washington or Minute man oil change in Rockport Texas are in control of our weather….because…this is BS!!!!! And only idiots would think snow/rain/wind/hail was a good option for ALMOST JUNE weather!

I’m not too bright either as I skipped the Y this morning….because it’s nasty out there, well after 12 cups of coffee I was feeling guilty enough to walk the Four blocks!!!! to Albertsons….gotta get your steps in……even if it’s only 437 steps round trip. So let’s see…..I could have driven to the nice warm Y…in a warm car…….and watched 20 something women in yoga pants obsess over their 2% body fat or….. I can walk what felt like the equivalent of walking to Pathfinder reservoir in the snow,complete with tree branches that overhang the sidewalk in gleeful anticipation of depositing globs of snow down you neck……….yep…….I’m a dumb assI was fortunate enough to start my journey just as the high schoolers headed to CY….

I apparently was too busy being Spicoli in high school to ever consider “hunting” retired bastards trying to get their steps in I hate high schoolers! Bastards!

The little SOB’S profiled me! ” look for the old guy Tristen” ” I know Jordan…I know ” is what they said…as they drove along….unaware that their stoner parents…who named them after crappy Brad Pitt characters from shitty movies,or famous Basketball players because they didn’t want little JR. to be singled out for having a unique name like a Frank or John…….they should have a name like everyone else, so it would be easier to engrave the participation medals! NOW GET OFF MY LAWN!

Anyway……… I sometimes get off track………..those of you who are new to my inane ramblings……..won’t ever get use to it so……..just….forget it…or move on….go listen to Suzy Orman pod casts till you wanna lay down in traffic……or something else trendy……As I was sayin…”anyway ”

So now I’m wetter than when I got out of the shower this morning thanks to those little SOB’s in mommy’s Volvo ……who the hell has a Volvo in Casper Wyoming? This is Casper! Not Denver! Spoken by a guy who can’t afford a Volvo,I suppose….realizing they are rich (or more likely , have good credit)……makes me loath the entire age group even further,!!…I drove a 1972 station wagon I had to buy from Dad for $750 !!,that had a bad tranny from all my brothers doing neutral slams in it!!! Did I mention the ingrates are little bastards?

I get to Pathfinder…I mean Albertsons And between the rain snow sleet and puddle ambush……I’m dripping……most people would be crabby……unfortunately…crabby is my normal demeanor….so I’m in crabby on steroids crabby mode……this doesn’t bode well for the two 16 year old girls yucking it up behind the Starbucks counter…….I can only speculate that Tristen and Jordan sent a “snap chap” to Destiny and Jordan so the girls would be on the lookout for some fossil who looked like he just climbed out of the North Platte River.

I’m standing in my own personal wading puddle watching these two totally ignore me……they are to be commended………expertly done……I stomped off in disgust……in futile hope that they’d notice…..and have a epiphany on customer service……it was immediately and clearly evident that……..I know nothing ….Destiny and Jordan continued on chatting it up like they were leaning on their lockers wait for the third period bell.

I figured I’d stop at Wendy’s across the street and get cheaper coffee from people in my own age group! People who cared about doing their job! I was wrong, most of those poor folks are 65- 80…….disheartened by their lot in life…forced to work a crappy job,servicing crabby bastards like me and self important teenagers…..it was my turn to have an epiphany……..what did I have to complain about? I wasn’t having to work a low paying job just so I could eat Ramon….perhaps these older folks had lost their spouse….now forced to rejoin the workforce…just to survive…all alone. And the self absorbed teenagers……..didn’t I remember the horror of high school? “Did Mary Jo like me”? Would I get stuffed in my locker again Monday by the senior who will go on to be a abuser of women? Will anyone notice the giant zit forming on my forehead like a third eye? Will I be able to pass the trig test Tuesday?

And poor Clyde the Wendy’s counter guy….maybe he lost his beloved wife? I don’t know…that’s just it…I don’t know…so I should try and consider others.

I hoped to remember all this as I trudged home with my bulging backpack,complete with one gallon of milk that weighed 87 pounds….

heyheyhey……stop complaining……the thought rang in my noggin as I tripped on the sidewalk crack…..propelled forward…arms flailing in an attempt to avoid a “Zuckerberg ” ….just then Its the Volvo!! Tristen hanging out of the window, Jordan at the wheel……a howl of laughter booming from his still flat diaphragm ” hey old man watch out for that crack!” “Hahahaha!!”” What a geezer”!!!

I tried to remember that perhaps Tristen has issues beyond a goofy name and struggles too and truly hoped he saw a wave from me….and not the finger that I proudly gave.

Try and attain a greater level of success than I did today….remembering that all our fellow men and women..all the boys and girls have inner demons at worst and real fears at best….

Kiss your spouse…pet the dog…..call your Mom for a lunch date….be nice to the crabby old guy down the street……..even if he can’t remember why he’s crabby, you never know, maybe he’s short on beer money….that would make anyone crabby.