“Stay home, I’m coming by to get you.”
It was that sweet Pisces, and she was on her way to fetch me up to paper the capital. The Capitol. Whatever.
See, I’ve dealt with Pa Wetzel all my life. Typical Libra. So is the other boss, my buddy. And sometimes, he has these great ideas, like, “Put up flyers in the state capital building. All those staffers need a place to stay. Got to be cheaper than a long-stay hotel.”
Except, in Libra fashion, the verbal command comes out more like, “We need to put some flyers up at the capital.” We. Must be a frog in his pocket.
Don’t get me wrong, the man is an excellent teacher, a brilliant artist, and I openly admire the way he runs his business. Smart feller. And that idea of papering the capitol complex is pretty good.
Only, I was little worried. I was wearing a “Life’s too short to live in Dallas” [url=http://chrisarnold.com/BBQ.htm](Railhead BBQ, Ft. Worth, Texas) shirt. Ponytail.
Two observations:
UNO: The state rep from [url=http://www.aboutmesquite.com/history.asp]Mesquite, Texas has a cool office. The walls are adorned with an excellent collection of posters for events like the Mesquite Rodeo.
TWO-O: The telling moment from my field trip to the State Capitol Complex: outside one room, a big placard read, “QUIET. MEETING IN PROGRESS.” Collected around the doors of that meeting room was the loudest, most raucous group of individuals.
I feel so small, out-of-place. Those politicians can out talk me, and that’s just on an off day for them.