In Minnesota, the term “On-a-Stick” is a thing. It comes from the tendency of every Minnesota State Fair vendor placing their food on-a-stick. Pronto Pup (think Corn Dog) On-a-Stick. Cheese On-a-Stick. Snickers On-a-Stick. And of course, Tater Tot Hot Dish On-a-Stick.
Well today, as the temps dropped across Minnesota, I saw something new On-a-Stick. A friend’s clever idea for interacting with a chilly car. Yep, it’s Mitten On-a-Stick.
Or more accurately said, Mitten On-a-Stick Shift.
Advice from Doctor Dave.
When you really need an Tylenol, it is highly recommended that you not first spill the entire bottle of pills onto your bathroom floor, which was badly in need of sweeping.
Take that advice In-Network. Boom! Bam! Pow! Spill!
Sitting down with my boss, I began to report on my projects. You see, I had nine projects all neatly listed on a spreadsheet.
1, 2, 3, 5, 2, 6, 7, 8, 9
Um, wait. Before I begin, it looks like I had some issues with four and five, which became jumbled up and two actually duplicated itself.
You know, why don’t we just reschedule and I’ll add a new project.
10 – Learn to count
Turning the corner to enter my cube, I anticipated the start of another work week. Another Monday. Today, however was different. Waiting on my desk was a new addition.
A framed note from the inside of a fortune cookie.
It read, “Your positive attitude is contagious.”
My friend Hoang had received the fortune over the weekend and felt that it was intended for me.
Regardless of the message’s cosmic routing, one thing was for certain. My friend had started my week off with a smile and that’s an impact that should make any cookie very proud.
I may have never won the lottery, but when I moved a pile of leaves and discovered a Snack Size Hershey’s Chocolate Bar nestled underneath, I sure felt like a winner.
I thought I would feel bad when this day came. Instead, there is feeling of peace, mixed with pride and satisfaction.
You see, earlier today, I lost a real race to my son. I did not throw the race. I went all out and gave it my all, but I still lost. By a lot. He owned that 5k. Plus, the other two gained on me.
Yep, in this case, strange as it was, it felt good to lose.
The next generation savoring their race day performance.
For some odd reason, it feels like the 1961 Yankees are sneaking up on me. Remind me to get their autographs.
Ever had one of those days, when you have big stuff that should concern you? You know stuff that really deserves your full attention?
You however, yeah you. All you can think about is the fact that you just noticed that your fingernails need trimming. You know, not bad enough that anyone else in the world would notice, even if they were looking directly at your hands. I mean they probably just crossed that “should be trimmed” threshold sometime this afternoon and all that you can think about, all that’s on your mind, your all consuming frustration is that a nail clipper is nowhere in sight.
You know, not that I have this overwhelming distraction that is keeping me from more deserving obsessions or anything. Nope, as for me, I just suspect that I may be in minor OCD denial.
So today was “Steal a Base, Steal a Taco” Day at Taco Bell. You see, if there was a stolen base in the World Series, today, you could get a free taco. Mookie Betts of the Red Sox stole second base in Game 1. All the universe cheered, all the universe was going to eat a free taco.
So today at 2:15 PM, we took a break at work and got our free taco. On the way, I was mentioning that I should thank Mr. Mookie Betts for my taco treat. My friend Alex suggested that I use the idea for blog fodder. Excellent idea!
You see, the closet that I have come to celebrity interaction on my blog was the idea that in a multiverse (a cosmos with an infinite number of universes), there must be one where Scarlett Johansson is a big fan of Cookies by Dave. It must be true. By talking about World Series champ and leading MVP candidate, I would be able to thank Mr. Betta for my taco, while also leaving Ms. Johansson alone. Win, win, especially in Scarlett Johansson’s book.
So folks, something to look forward to other than next year’s free taco, the occasional series “Mookie and Me” appearing exclusively on Cookies by Dave.
So Mookie (I like typing the name Mookie almost as much as I liked his .346 regular season batting average), thank you for the taco.
Taco Bell, thank you, as well. That certainly was a tasty taco!
As the office computer said, “Welcome,” I could not shake the feeling that it was thinking, “I’m watching you.”
“Happy Halloween!” from Cookies by Dave and the Omniscient Office Computer
I think we can all agree that signing the “office birthday card” is truly an artistic endeavour. Well, this morning, I was struck with a healthy dose of inspiration and what do you know? Perfection!
