BarbWired

A few observations I made yesterday at the Western Farm Show:

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Psych!  What?  You think I suddenly developed super powers of observation?  I tried.  Really! I did!  About the only thing I saw was teenagers and old men.  I guess I could mention that apparently one of the requirements for FFA membership is being a geek.  But I would never say something mean like that.  There were a lot of high school girls there.  And a few of them were even cute.  Damn!  I said I wasn't gonna do that.  

So I wish I had lots of funny stories to tell, but the farm show itself was pretty typical.  Nothing too funny about walking around looking at big equipment.....

We were there from 10:30 to 2:30, but we didn't eat lunch there.  Mainly because the food choices are A) limited, B) expensive, and 3. fattening.  After we left, I figured we'd stop and grab some fast food.  But Greg had other plans.  He's recently become a big fan of Denny's.  Home of the Grand Slam.  Also home of old people.  Next stop Early Bird Special.  I can't believe we've become our parents.  So we walk into Denny's and of course we have to wait to be seated, cuz that's the way they do things.  This poor young girl comes running out of the kitchen looking all frazzled and greets us and says she'll be with us in just a minute.  Several minutes later she comes running over and seats us.  There were 2 other old couples in our section, and while waiting, I noticed 4 old people in the smoking section.  Then I hear frazzle girl telling one of the couples that the cook just walked out a few minutes ago.  He muttered something about coming back in a minute, but that didn't happen.  So poor frazzle girl is the only employee on the premises.  She's the hostess, the waitress, the cook, and the cashier.  And probably the dishwasher.  And she's freakin out.  She kept apologizing to everyone for having to wait, but the funny thing is, the service was fine, and we got our food faster than usual.  And it was very tasty.  She did mange to find a minute to call someone in, and that girl arrived just before we left.  Oh yeah - there was one other kid there - he was cleaning the windows.  At first I was fascinated by the whole process, especially his squeegee  technique.    Shut up - I'm easily amused.  Homeboy was wearing those stupid baggy low riding jeans that make him look "cool".  (I may be unobservant, but that  was impossible to miss.)  So when he got to the windows behind the tables with the big half circle seating, he had to straddle the booths, and suddenly the low riding baggy pants are even lower and baggier.  And I'm looking at his boxers.  Ok - I'm not a prude, and I'm not stupid.  I know this has become an acceptable fashion trend.  But please!  I'm trying to eat here.  Do I really have to look at a 15 year old waving his underwear in my face?  I guess I should just be thankful he wasn't going commando.  Gah.

After lunch,  I called Julie.  She was just leaving work, so we met her at her house.  About six years ago, she bought a piece of land, and moved a house on it.  Before they moved the house, Greg did all the necessary dirt work.  He must have worked there for a month or so.  He dug her basement, a pond, a lagoon, built her driveway, and I don't know what else.  Anyway - I don't think he's been back since he finished the job.  Well things have changed alot since then.  She's been gradually remodeling the house by herself mostly.   I think he got a kick out of seeing everything again.  I know he got a kick out of the dogs.