stacey ewing

We dropped by the Farmer’s Market this morning to put away the bags from the Need-A-Bag? Project. Tim was groovin’ to a Sco tune on the player and opted to sit in the car (in his usual state of Saturday Bill Stewart bliss) while I jumped out to pull the few remaing bags from the fence to put away for next Saturday’s Market.

As I grabbed the last bag, one of the farmers was trying to get her truck out through the gate so I stopped, opened it up all the way for her, and moved the radio flyer wagons to the side so she wouldn’t have to get out. She waved an enthusiastic ‘thanks’ as she drove on through and after she passed, I grabbed the bag bag and started through the gate.

The second I stepped across the invisible line into the market proper, the guy playing guitar up on the stage, as if on cue, broke into an instrumental rendition of the Firefly theme song! hahaha! I couldn’t believe it! It was awesome! Tim was in the car so I had no witnesses, except for the Amish guy and his wife who smiled at me as I passed their table (they were probably laughing at the stupid grin plastered on my face). haha

As we drove home, we waited at a new light on 43rd and watched a GIAGANTICON pickup truck (seriously, it was a BIG truck- the guy was truly “compensating” here) try to make a u-turn through his green arrow. The truck was so big, he had to stop, shift into reverse, stop, shift into drive, go forward, stop, shift into reverse, stop, shift into drive, and finally swing around.

We both started howling in laughter. Me: “C’mon, jump the friggin’ curve, it’s not THAT high!” Tim: “Why spend THAT much money on a vehicle THAT large if you’re not even gonna attempt to navigate a little urban landscape now and then??”

Our light turned green and we caught up to Truck Guy just in time to stop and wait for him to sloooooooooowly take a wide right turn into an apartment complex. Tim: “Careful, don’t hit the curb there buddy…” We can almost hear the ‘cha-ching’ cash register noise as his truck burned through two gallons of gas making it through this second turn.

I begin to accelerate and only get about 10 feet before Tim shouts, “Holy Crap! LOOK AT THAT!” I glance over just in time to see an orange and white cat, the size of a german shepherd, intensely balanced on four paws, all tippy-toed and hump backed, with tail sticking straight out behind him, seriously working something out of his system directly in front of the bank sign- an unmistakable feline commentary on the current state of the economy.

We decide to stop at Harbucks for coffee.