Tuesday, December 4, 2018

501-750: The tomcat and the toaster

I was getting coffee in the lunchroom and somebody was having a tangent over the sink.

“When I was a kid - I grew up on a farm, so - we had this great big tomcat, but he was a housecat, but my dad never got him fixed,” she said.

I perked up; never heard a tomcat story that didn’t go places.

“Well what happened was we caught him pissing into the toaster.”

Touchdown!

“Oh, that smell,” said the other lady. “That cat pee smell! And burnt toast! You had to get a new toaster!”

“Well, what we had to do was get the cat fixed.”

The story reached its moment and ebbed off, but it left a highwater mark. Why did that tomcat figure pissing down the toaster was a good idea? It struck me that he musta seen everybody putting things in there and then taking them away, and saw a good way to get the word out, disperse himself around things. He wouldn’t need to keep riding circuit, pissing on every shoe and basketball. Efficient. More sleepin. What he failed to see was that just because you put something in a toaster, does not mean somebody else wants it.

He lost his balls on this deal.

This thought locked arms with another that was moldering upstairs. This was the first election I’ve seen where candidates had taken to sending us rubes text messages about the sunshine they thought we might maybe want blown somewhere soft. Those candidates lost, mainly.

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