electric mist

I'll have a tree with those fries...

So late yesterday evening, when Carl got home from work, having been clued into Skippy-the-evil-twin's arrival, he offered to go get take-out for dinner. I opted to go with him instead to a local hamburger dive place we frequent. It's an extremely casual place. When we went out, we realized his work truck was blocking the car, and instead of moving things around, we just hopped in the truck and headed off to the restaurant.

Usually, the place isn't terribly crowded, but we'd forgotten it was Friday night. Nary a parking spot to be had at first. Carl was easing his truck through the lot and everyone, and I mean, everyone stared at us. It was like they had never seen a work truck before! And they all kept moving out of our way, like we were going to mow them down, and we were barely creeping along. We had to circle the building and try again, and by that point, a couple of people were leaving, and a couple of other cars were about to get the parking spots... only when they saw us, they sort of looked afraid and they stopped and waved us on into the spot. Which was just weird.

Which we were commenting on when I got out of the truck first and turned toward the rear of the truck and cracked up laughing. Here's why they were staring:

(That photo was taken at dusk when we were home, so it's not great quality.)

The limb was from a neighbor's tallow tree which overhangs the fence; he never prunes it... partly because every spring when the limbs get so low, they end up getting hung on Carl's work trucks and getting ripped off, and so hey, why bother spending money on pruning.

At any rate, now I know why everyone was a wee bit afraid. He was tempted to keep it hanging there all day, just to watch people's expressions as he drove to work.

Posted by toni at May 15, 2004 01:08 PM