Monday, February 9, 2009

It Turns Out That I Can't Type While Listening To A Press Conference

I have been wondering for a few weeks now if I am the only person that makes a habit of traveling Cadotte Avenue that has taken notice of what I'll call "Grand Avenue Gloves". These gloves to which I refer have been separated over a distance of one hundred yards or so, but each of them removed from the path on which they were found and carefully placed in a conspicuous location so that their owner may find either and put them to work once more. After all, these gloves happen to be work gloves. One has been placed on a fence post near the pony merry go round, while the other is jambed onto one of the speed limit signs. I have stopped and examined these gloves an know that they are indeed a pair. Hasn't anyone noticed? Do the owners not care after buying the newest pair? Aren't frozen gloves capable of being thawed. Why aren't there hands protecting the neglected protectors of hands?

My father once had an idea in the mid to late nineties era internet that preceded the Copley Ohio Mulch Cam idea. It was called "Your Other Yellow Boot". The idea is that a group of people would collect up the random galoshes found on the side of freeways and Interstate highways. These boots would then be cleaned and cataloged. A database would be created with important information such as whether the specimen is a left rubber boot, or a right rubber boot. Size too would be cataloged as this is indeed just as important as rubber boot-to-limb orientation. Customers would then open up www.yourotheryellowboot.com and enter their side and size requirements. If a match is found the customer pays a nominal fee and postage and in a few day's time a brand new used boot arrives in at their doorstep.


"After a successful union!"

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