Fourth of July
Tire Pressure Worries
|Photo of the air/vac machine.|
|Photo of a smiling Coach peering through the front seats.|
|Photo of Coach with Jam's head over his peering into the front of the car.|
|Photo of a Bella Brava dog biscuit that says "Thanks for bringing your owner."|
|Closeup of Fred as he let me play with my camera settings.|
Deranged Dog Worries
Car Alarm Worries
Was he worried? No. He stood there perplexed, pushing the same button, the one that didn't turn it off, over and over again. He didn't move. His wife stood by the trunk. Shriek, shriek, shriek. All the diners are irritated and beginning to stare daggers at them. Finally the wife moves towards her husband. He tries a different button. The locks move up and down. Shriek, shriek, shriek. The wife moves closer, all the while, not an ounce of worry is conveyed by her face. Is she really that calm? Shriek, shriek, shriek.
She reaches for the device and starts to push all the buttons. I finally sense a hint of irritation in her frantic button pushing as the device is shut off and all is quiet. They close the trunk and walk away.
If it had been me, I would have hopped over the car to get to that device to shut it off, I would have been so embarrassed. Is no one embarrassed anymore? Is there no thought to another person's feelings? I also would have done the silent, "Im sorry" to the assembled diners. We didn't get that either. Kind of like Seinfeld and the courtesy wave when you let someone in when you are driving. It's just polite.
That alarm woke Coach up as well. I think he would have appreciated an apology too. He's an old school kind of fellow.
At least we had great food and we all got a biscuit. I had no worries about that!
Be safe this July 4th! Don't make me worry about you.