Fear 2: Stll Scared

This being the week on Halloween I thought that it was appropriate to bring some more stories of me being a chicken.  On Monday I was walking to school it was about 7:15 in the morning.  Now I was walking minding my own business walking down the same street that my first story took place.  The sun was rising it was for all accounts a wonderful morning.  As I was strolling along I hear this sound of a crisp crunch of leaves.  Not only did I hear it but it was getting louder and the crunches were happening faster.  So my heart jumped in to my throat, I clenched my fist and turned around.  I saw a person on a bike, the bike rider just swerved around me.  Not just a person it was an elementary school student.  I think he had a safety patrol belt around his book bag.  He was not just riding any bike he was riding a bike that was red and had plastic pieces on it to make it look like a motor bike.  I spent the rest on my walk trying to stop sweating, and trying to massage my heart out of throat.  Elementary students are dangerous, watch out!

My second story happened Wednesday of this week.  Now it was very early in the morning about 5:30 in the morning and I was walking my dog, Simon.  I was almost back to my house when I see this red, Chevrolet, Cobalt driving erratically.  The car was stopping, starting, pilling in peoples driveways, and just not acting normal, so I start to get scared so I power walk the five minutes to my house to safety.  When I get in to my drive way the red car pulls in front of my house and throws something at me.  I scream!  I don’t just scream I scream like a lady.  I hit notes so high only dogs can hear.  Speaking of dogs while all this is happening, my dog is hiding behind my legs.  Thanks man’s best friend!  Well I guess he still is man’s best friend because I am no man, not after that scream.  I am a lady.  Now after the guy throws the object he drives off am I go to see what was thrown.  The guy threw the Columbus Dispatch at me.  I am scared of the paper boy.  Extra! Extra! Read all about it.  George Simon screams like a little girl when a guy throws the paper at him! Extra! Extra!

Locked Out

What a week it was, or should I say a week that wasn’t.  Nothing happened that was worthy of going in to a blog.  Although I have a special place in my heart for writing a research paper no one wants to hear that, not even me. So I bring you a story from my past.  This story takes place in 2006 at a graveyard.  My grandmother, father and mother joined me at the graveyard.  I was eleven years old.  My grandmother was 78 years, and is now 82 years old.  Now we were going to the graveyard to visit my grandfather’s grave, it was the 10^th anniversary of his death.  So after we were do pay homage we tried to get back in to our truck and leave, except there was one problem, the doors were locked with the keys in side.  Along with the doors being locked both of my parent’s brick like early 2000 phone were in the truck, the locked truck, at a graveyard.  There are better places to be locked out of your vehicle, at your work, at the store, anywhere other than where people are buried.  Now I was eleven years old and had and still have on over active imagination, which is not good to have at a graveyard.  Now we were trapped for about an hour and a half to two hours.  I really got to know the sights and sounds of the graveyard.  I got to know the names of the people buried next to my grandfather at the mausoleum.  I got to know the songs that the bells rang out every half an hour.  I spend about fifteen minutes trying to find the oldest person buried there.  After a while I began to put my imagination to work.  I pictured myself in the thriller video, dancing with a bunch of zombies.  I as pictured myself in a Scooby-doo carton trying to solve a mystery.  I pictured myself as Fred.  Not because I want to be the leader because I wanted to wear an orange ascot.  So after my parents flagged down a van in the cemetery we were finally able to get a hold of my sister and have her bring the extra key to the truck.  So then we went home and all returned to normal.  Later after much thought my parents and I think we have the reason for the truck getting locked.  When my grandmother was getting out of the truck she hit the lock button and locked it.  Now when we go anywhere with her we leave one door open if the keys are still in the vehicle just in case.  My grandmother has never admitted to doing this, she is stubborn in there old age.  Now I know where I get it from.

People

People are very odd things.  I have learned this from my time working the concession stand for seven hours today.  This is something that cannot be written in a research paper like those that are being written in English class.  Actually it could but no one would want to.  What I have learned is not only how to deal with people but how people and children deal with each other.  I have observed people that are very nice and pleasant.  That thank you and treat you like people, and I have seen people that treat you like a servant.  They order you around and are not willing to wait to get there food.  They believe that they are the most important thing in the world and waiting like everyone else in below them.  That is what I hate.  When you don’t even get treated like you are a person.  It is unbelievable how people act.  The other type of person I saw was a bit smaller, children.  Kids are very interesting to deal with.  If you find a group of them they are very similar to lemmings.  If you sell one thing to one of them the rest will want one to be just like the one with food.  Children or most children are very shy, along with being soft spoken.  It is very hard to hear them.  They also have a very hard time deciding on what they will order, but if they find something they like they will be there twelve times to get the same thing. Peop0le are not only mean to the employees but they are mean to each other.  They will cut in front of each other in line, along with not being willing to wait one others to order. People are hard to deal with but I love to do it.  I have seven hours of fun.  The customer service industry is very difficult to do.  I understand why it has been outsourced to India.

The Movie

This week in English class we watch the To Kill a Mockingbird movie.  It was interesting take on the characters.  The only characters that I thought were correctly portrayed were Calpurnia, Atticus, Jem, and maybe Judge Taylor.  The rest of the characters were not as I pictured them in my mind’s eye.  Let’s start out with Scout.  The first time I saw her I thought it was Jem.  She looks like a little boy that has some kind if eating disorder.  She is as thin as a toothpick.  She is just bone no skin. She also has the highest and shrillest voice I have ever heard.  It is worse than finger nails on a chalk board.   Now let’s move on to Dill.  Dill looked like a horse and a beaver mated and then tried to beat there love child to death but it survived.  Heck was not as I pictured him either.  I pictured him like boss hog in smoky and the bandit.  His voice was way too high to be a sheriff.  If he tried to arrest someone they would just laugh at his ridiculous voice.  Boo Randy was also different.  He looked alike a serial killer, rapist, and or flasher.  He looked as if when he saved Jem and Scout he would take them back to his van and offer them candy.  The movie was alright I guess.  Gregory peck was amazing as Atticus.  That is the kind of man I want to be when I am older.  I have thought about this way to much.  I have a lot much free time.  I need a hobby.

Response

http://butihaveasthma.blogspot.com/2010/09/behind-inhaler-pt-4.html

Injuries

This week we finished the book To Kill a Mocking Bird.  In the last few pages of the book it talks about how Jem and Scout got a bit banged up, which reminded me of a story of my own.  It happened a few weeks ago.  I woke up on a normal Saturday except something was different.  So I went in the bathroom and looked in the mirror.  After being surprised that it did not break I saw that I had dried blood all over the right side of my face.  I walked back into my bed room, I saw what else happened.  Now on my bed I have tan maybe cream sheets.  The pillow that I lay my head on every night is no longer a tan maybe cream color it was a brownish red color the  color was my face. So I went back to the bathroom, and I splash some water to get off the blood.  As I was scraping the blood off my face I was pondering why there was blood every.  I came up with this explanation.  I was going sleep walking thin the middle of the might and happen upon an old lady being robbed.  In my effort to help where I can even when sleeping I man up and put the robbing to stop.  So I put up my dukes and duke it out Gary.  Gary is the robber.  I then get in to an epic karate battle ending in a George Simon victory, but I am not untouched.  I have a bloody nose.  I hand back the lady her purse and go off in to the shadows.  Then go back to bed with my nose bleeding and wake up the next morning.  I wish that happened.  After a bit of investigating I found out what really happened.  What really happened was that as I was getting out of bed in the middle of the night I fell and smashed my face on the floor.  No fighting, no shadows, no old ladies, nothing.  Just a clumsy guy who fell out of bed, I think I now need bed rails.  I am such a cluts.