By Lisa Towers OK, it’s me W.R. Jones
I put this drawing up because Bonnie thought I should draw old people. I suppose she thinks I can better identify with them. It is graphite on some kind of paper. At the age Bonnie (and Carol) think I am, it was most likely called papyrus, stored in scroll form.
The drawing has nothing to do with this post subject (so what’s new, eh?)
I’m wondering if there is a theoretical limit to stupidity? And if so, how close I’m I approaching? Now I have done a dumb thing or two in my life but yesterday in the cafeteria I chose to demonstrate just how devastating a ripple or two in your brain wave can be.
I walked in past the cashier telling her jokingly there should be free refills for my can of Pepsi Max. She said sure there is. So I …. go directly to the soda dispensing machine. The kind with multiple flavors where you first fill your cup (wide brimmed cup) with ice then push it against a lever to get your drink. I pushed my can with the little hole up against a lever to get more pepsi. I don’t know why but I figured this was a two hand operation. I held the can with both hands this caused the lever the can was touching to press in while my left hand pushed in the neighboring lever (Root Beer I think) to go in at the same time.
Turns out those machines dispense liquid at a far far greater rate than the Pepsi can is able to accept. Thus Pepsi SPRAYS/SPLASHES everywhere. Also, the hand pushing the other lever doesn’t really accept liquids all that well either. I’m making a big mess. Alright, this was pretty short sighted on my part, but do I stop here lesson learned? Nope. This is where there must have been some sort of stroke in my brain. Instead of backing off, going home to shower and getting directly into bed, I shift slightly to the left and repeat the same sequence on the next two levers in line. Now I’m spraying Root Beer and Lemonade. What the devil? There was a large contingent of customers waiting in line behind me witness to my complete competence breakdown. At last the full scope of my idiocy came home to roost and I ceased pushing those levers of the devil.
And me – I’m not thirsty anymore and my hands are very sticky.