Imagine standing in line at a new museum in Paris, a long line, projected to have an hour or more wait, and someone coming up and announcing it’s their birthday and giving the last ten people in line a ticket to celebrate.
It happened to a former coworker of mine. We’ve kept in touch and get together for lunch occasionally. I’ve known her since we worked in legal publishing together a few years ago. She likes to travel and recently went to Paris and then New York, both cities she loves to visit.
The Tribal Art Museum is quite the hot ticket in Paris, and when she queued to buy a ducat she was expecting a wait of an hour to an hour and a half.
And then some kind Frenchman approached the end of the line with ten spare tickets, said it was his birthday and his way of celebrating was to spare ten people the wait — so she not only didn’t have to wait, she got to go in free!
I think it must have been one of those Pay It Forward type things, someone looking to pass the good kharma on.
Oh, and she enjoyed the museum, too. She said the whole trip was great fun — she loves both cities, saw old friends, and ran into three different individuals and couples in Paris who were all visiting from the SF Bay Area.
Now it’s the Parisians turn to come out here. Perhaps on my birthday I’ll go buy some tickets, just to give ’em something to talk about when they get home.
🙂 And when is that venerable occasion?
After I win the lottery. (Which means I’d better start playing the lottery, huh?)
I mean your birthday, goof.
Oh, I stopped having those. But I do wish I could pull some kind of a switch, and add some age to some parts of my anatomy and lessen it for my hands and wrist, especially the right hand.
I pushed it Friday at work, writing, and had a dull ache by the end of the day in the right paw. I hadn’t realized it, but as the evening wore on I could feel it. So Saturday I went back to to the tight glove thingy (no fingers, just holes) they gave me during the carpal tunnel avoidance sessions several years ago, when the sharp pain happened and I was laid up.
Motrin, this weekend, too. In part for the yardwork, flipping our compost bin. (No salamanders this time, but lots of good little worms and other slitheries.) And I stayed off the fingers all day yesterday. Have to remember to keep flexing and doing the little exercises they taught me.
Anyway, I wish I could trade in some time on my brain (as I’m not using it), just age that a few years, and get some time back on the wrist and hand.
Three years ago I bought this Dragonspeak voice recognition software I really liked. I spent some time training it to learn my voice, and it was working ok.
But the computer I loaded it on had hard drive trouble and I had to swap the hard drive out, erasing the program and all else. And now I’ve spent a chunk of this dag-blasted weekend looking for that Dragonspeak disk (see? the brain really isn’t used much) so I can re-load it and use the software again. But no luck.
so I’m going to have to venture out into consumerland again to buy more, which just gives me pains in all kinds of new places.
Is there any more motrin?
😦
We’ve got some children’s Motrin. Sierra will tell you, you’re more than welcome to it.
Thank you very much.