top o' the mornin'®
Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 5:55 am
Begorrah to you all on this fine St. Patrick's Day. Suren everyone thinks that elves and leprechauns are kindred spirits, but 'tis not the case. Leprechauns are more like dwarves - always worryin' about their gold, while elves are concerned with loftier things.
Yesterday evening the commuters on my bus route were treated to a stand-up comedy routine from someone who wasn't remotely funny. One stop after I boarded a man, somewhat grizzled in appearance, got on and began a series of one-liners drawn mostly from Jeff Foxworthy's "you might be a redneck" routine. His voice was piercing, cutting through my headphones and the music to which I was listening. He seemed oblivious to the other passengers' discomfiture at listening to him; finally the bus driver had to stop and ask the man to sit down and be quiet. He did so, but got off at the next stop. I wondered if I might have been the recipient of some sort of "performance art" piece.
On a different topic, one sign of the changing demographic in our office is an e-mail message that was sent out to the office yesterday. It was an invitation to gather after work at a venue known as "Fourth Street Live", a Cordish property that has several restaurants, in order to enjoy "green beer or green tea" in preparation for St. Patrick's Day. A few years ago such an invitation wouldn't have been sent because everyone was "of an age", with children and other responsibilities. About half our office now, however, is composed of twenty- and thirty-somethings unfettered by family responsibilities. Truly a sign of changing times.
Yesterday evening the commuters on my bus route were treated to a stand-up comedy routine from someone who wasn't remotely funny. One stop after I boarded a man, somewhat grizzled in appearance, got on and began a series of one-liners drawn mostly from Jeff Foxworthy's "you might be a redneck" routine. His voice was piercing, cutting through my headphones and the music to which I was listening. He seemed oblivious to the other passengers' discomfiture at listening to him; finally the bus driver had to stop and ask the man to sit down and be quiet. He did so, but got off at the next stop. I wondered if I might have been the recipient of some sort of "performance art" piece.
On a different topic, one sign of the changing demographic in our office is an e-mail message that was sent out to the office yesterday. It was an invitation to gather after work at a venue known as "Fourth Street Live", a Cordish property that has several restaurants, in order to enjoy "green beer or green tea" in preparation for St. Patrick's Day. A few years ago such an invitation wouldn't have been sent because everyone was "of an age", with children and other responsibilities. About half our office now, however, is composed of twenty- and thirty-somethings unfettered by family responsibilities. Truly a sign of changing times.
