Friday afternoon, taking a five minute break, the conversation at work took its usual course (read “none at all”).

Start – “That DQ ice cream pizza sure is tasty.”

Twist – “We used to have that for special events at school.”

Redirect – “I remember popcorn parties at school.”

Twist – “When I was young, we didn’t have microwaves for our popcorn.”

Redirect – “We had to roam the streets and gather spare unpopped kernels that had fallen to the ground.”

Twist – “We were lucky when the handfuls of kernels did not include rocks.”

Redirect – “Although, sand rocks aren’t too bad.”

Twist – “Sorry, I meant to say ‘sand stone.'”

Bridge to Unlimited Future Conversations – “Hey, ‘Sand Rock’ would make for a great band name.  If only any of us could sing or play an instrument, then we could play all sand or beach music like ‘Sandman’ or the ‘Beach Boys’ or ‘Been through the Desert on a Horse with No Name.'”

Yes, some people are speed boats (direct), while I find delight in the sailboat moments of life.  Let the wind blow me here or there, no care for where we land.

Sorry about this glimpse into the Mind of Dave, I hope you enjoyed your stay and I hope the sailboat leads you safely to shore.