Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts

07 February 2008

Adventures in Amyland 2

Friend "Amy" is really pretty. She is also pretty darn smart. She is graduating at
the top of her class. Girl has a lot going on for her.

However, she is also a natural born klutz.

I have seen her trip over thin air. This girl could accidentally draw blood with a Marks-a-lot
and a feather.

One time in particular stands out. She almost drowned her self standing on dry ground. Amy tipped up a bottle of water for a cold refreshing drink and almost sent herself on to her great reward. She turned purple and her eyes bugged out. The whole time I was whacking her between the shoulder blades I was yelling, "Don't go towards the light!"

The moments, they are never dull.

A little shot of Sheri

Lest anyone think that friend Amy is the only kook around these parts, I will now share a tale of my co-worker Sheri. She is smart and pretty, thin and funny.

Fortunately, she has quirks and vices which keep me from hating her.
This falls into the vice column.

One day on her way home from work, Sheri was enjoying a leisurely smoke. In the time honored tradition of all good smokers, she had cracked her window the tiniest bit in order for the smoke to be slurped out. Also, to flick out teeny ash bitlets.

It was during one of the ash flickings that mayhem ensued.
Sheri realized that the cherry (the little burning bit) was missing from the cigarette. The cherry is a fairly important part of the smoking experience. Without it, you are just fish lipping a tobacco straw.

After a bit of paranoid stomping and leg slapping Sheri relaxed, convinced that neither her leg nor her floor board were in imminent danger of combustion.
And she was almost right.

A very short time later, little wisps of smoke floated up into her field of vision. The coal had fallen into the door pocket which she had been innocently using as a trash receptacle. Straw wrappers, receipts, used napkins and various other flammable odds and ends had set up a smokey smolder.

In order to escape a possible firey death trap, Sheri skidded to a hasty stop just barely out of the lane of traffic. Unfortunately, when she flung her door open, the air current caused the smolder to BURST INTO FLAMES!

Instead of using her soda to douse the blaze, Sheri managed to scoop the entire burning mess out of the door compartment. She dropped it to the asphalt in the hopes of stomping the living hell out of it, thereby putting an end to the madness.

I bet you can guess what is coming.

The wind chose just that moment to gust down the highway. It snatched up the burning bitlets and tossed them into the dry weeds. Traffic continued to ease around the butt end of her minivan as she went into panic mode and started stomping along the highway like an Indian at a rain dance.

Sheri is a tiny woman but she can stomp out a brush fire in a hurry!

03 February 2008

Adventures in Amyland 1

What we have here is a new series of posts on a crazy lady.
We will call her "Amy".

Amy is special. She is a constant source of humor and an occasional source of irritation. And never on purpose. For either.

Like the time she came to work to "help out". We were very busy getting animals back to see the vet, filling prescriptions, and selling flea and tick meds.
While the vet was filling a prescription and printing out a drug label, I was helping a customer get Frontline (flea meds).
Amy takes the box of Frontline, slaps the drug label that has just printed on it and sends the folks on their merry way.
Thanks, Amy!

Except that we don't put drug labels on Frontline because the directions are right on the box.
I quickly call the Frontline purchaser and explain that, CONTRARY to the instructions on the drug label, she should not put 2-3 drops in each EAR twice daily.
Just keep putting it on the back of her dog's NECK like usual.

The drug label had printed out for CAT ear mite medicine.

Oh Amy. You rascal.