Tam and I went Friday; it's my turn "in the barrel" this week, working an early shift Friday and Saturday to cover for a retired co-worker who won't be replaced. ("Him? What'd he actually do here?" --Cover a lousy shift, it turns out).
That shift is pretty rough on me. Add in absquatulating to the Indy 1500 with only a hasty stop to brush my hair and powder my nose (etc.) , followed by walking half the length of the State Fair from our parking spot (it's Garden and Patio Show* weekend, too), standing in line for ten minutes just to get in and then walking the amazingly-crowded gun show end to end on hard, hard floors and it was all I could do not to fall asleep on the way home.
Still, it was worth it. I didn't buy any guns (Tam found two!) but I saw quite a few, including an uncommon Benelli handgun. I did pick up a Roper-Whitney punch, except it's a Roper-Jennings, an older version in a metal box. (One pictures some sort of industrial love triangle, with Roper leaving poor Jennings sobbing by the forge). And a book (Some Went West, by Dorothy M. Johnson) and we both bought one of these, a kind of a super-spork ('cos there's some things that just need sporking).
...And with that, I must depart for my second early shift. Oh, what fun, though a little extra at payday kind of makes up for it.
_____________________________________________
* With mini-gardens named after Indianapolis neighborhoods, including the snooty (and not part of UniGov) Meridian Hills. I wonder if, should you dally too long, a nice policeman comes by and asks if you live there? Just for realism's sake....
I think "sporking" (a new verb!) has little to do with it. I think you bought it because it's a cool tool...somewhat like the famous titanium folding spork.
ReplyDeleteThe little multi-spork is the perfect kind of thing to toss in the pocket of the turse.
ReplyDeleteNever know when you might need to spork some grub.
(WV: "ableguv". Haven't seen one yet.)
Just don't try getting on an airplane with the assault-spork.
ReplyDelete"...should you dally too long, a nice policeman comes by and asks if you live there..."
ReplyDeleteActually that's Carmel (which also has a garden featured).
In Meridian Hills, the nice policeman tickets you for driving 33 mph on 75th Street ("Strictly Enforced") ;-)
Joseph: Aw, c'mon, surely you have met someone or seen em on TV and thought, "A sudden, unexpected sporking would o that individual a world o'good".
ReplyDeleteRni8: I dunno -- it hasn't got a sharp edge and I though small widgets were okay again? OTOH, I would not put it past those born-past-Wedlock's-last-trolley-stop* types to grab kewl stuff just 'cos it is kewl.
O.G.: 'Strewth. 'strewth, though Carmel is awfully proud of their speed limits and the Meridian Hills boys in dark blue are not above a bit of preemptive Terry-stopping, either.
_______________________
* As Ring Lardner, the commie so-and-so, observed, "Beautiful country around there." Even a blind clock finds the occasional ear of corn; and a stopped sow is still right twice a day.
Let us know if Mrs. Drang's and my first impression of the CRKT Super Spork was wrong, i.e., looks messy and uncomfortable to use.
ReplyDeleteI'll eat my oatmeal with it and report back. Spaghetti is right out, I think.
ReplyDeleteD.W. Drang,
ReplyDeleteIt strikes me that CRKT Spork is to Real Utensils as Kel-Tec P3AT is to Real Gun.
To wit: It beats using your bare hands...
Ah, a Roper-Whitney punch. I have one of those, also in a metal box :)
ReplyDeleteOf course I'll be dashed if I can tell you where it is at the moment...
All those years in Korea, I got pretty good with chopsticks...
ReplyDeleteMany sporks I look at them and think, "OK, I cut it and turn it around to eat, and I'm holding it by the dirt end..."