Hola Night Owls
What happened to the rain? It was forecasted. Then it wasn’t forecasted. And, as usual, not trusting the weather OR the forecasters, I overdressed ready for the floods. I don’t just dress in layers — I dress in sections.
Pet peeve time. People who wear flip-flops in the winter. Or even drive in flip-flops. None of my business. I just cringe thinking they’re gonna get one them flops flipped around, sending the wearer crashing down to earth. Or get tangled up in the gas or brake pedal and then have any awful accident. It must be a California thing, something they started as kids. Even though I’ve been here for nigh 20 years now, I just don’t understand.
What if someone steps on your foot? Mind you, I spent my youth smushed in a subway car sardine can, traveling to school. So those that survived were well padded and insulated, and with shoes made of iron.
Nowadays with the empty subway cars, you could probably get away with flip-flops. But then how would you run away from the muggers? Maybe you could just hit them on their nose with the flip-flop?
I wish everyone a pain free evening.
Until tomorrow. . .
“No rulers were harmed during the making of this cartoon.”
“Let’s still be careful out there.”