Take it down a notch Fridays [RETRACTION!]

[WARNING: A reader points out its NOT FRIDAY. Maeya colpah. OGM this is so embrassing. I always do things like this to. Stupid STUPID. Like wehn in highschool it was a Late Start but I still showed up at 8. And only one another person was there. WHAT IS MY PROBLEM. What I can't figure out too is, I have some of the best readerhip's in the blogasphere. Why they didn't warn me sooner? FEll pretty bad about mysefl right about now]


As many of you know, our minds are weightily preoccupied with the wrongness of the Iraq war the other six+ days of the week. In that spirit, on Fridays here at The Iraq War Was Wrong Blog we have always (on semi iregular basis) kicked back with some lighter notes on Fridays, and "taken it down a notch". We share stories of weirdness and whimsy, highlight the work of good and decent popular entertainers and rockers, laugh at humourous events and people, and point to amazing (non Iraq war related) stuff.

The day is a choice - the idea is important. Personally, I think bloggers and readers could all use more breaks like this from the (often negative) news of the week (about the wrongness of the Iraq war.) Take It Down A Notch Fridays began in May of 2004, and I, personally, have (almost) always graciously agreed to respect and work within this Iraq War Was Wrong Blog tradition (which, I started). So, welcome to The Iraq War Was Wrong Blog... and Take it down a notch with me!

Storytime

Jim says he likes stories best for notch days well here's a story. This goes back to when I worked as a calculas tutor.

There was a girl who use to come in for calcula's help regulary and mostly she was ok but kinda of "dumb" wehn it came to Anwyays, one time she just strated crying. Just like that. Crying. Like "I can't do this" "I'm gonna fail" etc. She said she was on medications for something which made her cry but still.

Well I don't have to tell you, I got the heck outta of there. So I snuck out and ran down the hill to downtowns were there was a record store (not my favorite one but still ok one). Found some good stuffs IRRC (Brian Adams, Christohper Cross, Loinel Rictchie, etc) I guess I was in a solo singer songwriter phrase at that time. But then I noticed tons of people around the discount record bin which had a special sign- "All you can carry in you're arms FREE.

FREE. Not 10 cents like the usuel.

Man o man so I went through that bin grabbed up all the ok records I could. (Toto, Joan Armatarding, ect). Problem: records is VERY HEAVY wehn you put alot together. (You have to remember this was back when there was records). Yet your suppose to carry yourselfs (!) Waht kind of rule is that. I must of had like 75 records in my arm's. How am I gonna do this thing?

Solution: I realized, I just have to carry them out the store, THEN I can use my backbag on the way home. I forgot to say I still had my backbag on which was mostly empty (only my planning calendar w/kitten photos) due to I had left hte calculas book in the tutoring lab. Two and two together and so here's what I did. Casually walk out the store carrying all the records (the free ones- still had to pay for Brian Adams). If they spot my backback I'm dead. If they figure out I plan to use it for the records instead of my hand's I'm a goner. (I guess I'd have to pay for the records). Remember the sale is that the records is ONLY free if I can carry them myselfs. No aids.

So I tried not to make eye contact but htere was this one guy (to skinny, glasses, SKinny Puppy t shirt, short hair which is fakely black) I think he was looking at me kinda of suspicoius way as I slunk out. "Oh no he's onto me. To throw of the scent casually I joked with him "Busy day today huh". Well that did the trick(He had to help a another customer.)

Out. On the street now. But there's still windows of the store what if they see me put hte records into the backpag? Now you have to understand the records is strating to dig into my arm's alittle. Its RELLY hurt big time. And there starting to slip (arms sweaty from unseasonably hot weather of the time- I think this was near hte beginning of global warning) so I'm pretty in trouble now. What to do? I chanced a glance back at the store.

Skinny Puppy t-shirt guy was staring out the window RIGHT AT ME I think(pertty sure).

This is no good. This is not gonna work. He knows I took more tehn my arms can carry. He's just waiting for me to slipup. I had to make it around the corner out of view of the store and then make the switch to the backpack. But... (drametic pause here) I wasn't going to make it. The block is too long. The coner; to far. I knew it. He knew it.

So (quick think on my feet) I ducked into a bookstore two stores down! Why I didn't thing this before. In the bookstore I would have the cover I need to put hte records in the backpack. Problem again is: the bookstore guy (Ernie - curly hair/mousetache; I knew him slightly) looking at me kinda of askance. Why I have all these records? Maybe he thinks I stoled them from the bookstore (which also carries discount records i.e. Toto as well?) This could have been a problem so to nip in the bud I waved the record store Brian Adams recipt in his face. There was no time for explanations further so I shoved the other records in my backpack (as many as could fit- still like 10-20 I had to carry myself but htis was manageable.

I explored the bookstore alittle (mostly perusing the comedy/comic section- one of my favorites. Espencially Charls Addams cartons.) Until just to let the heat die down alittle. Well this calmed my down quite a bit as it always does(on the street- my heart was PUMPING like nobody's buisiness) and soon enough I forgot about the whole ordeal but I had to use the the bathroom. So I started walking back to the back of the store turn the corner to were the bathrooms are (suppose to be for employee's but I know were they are) when who do I see but....

THE CRYING GIRL FROM THE CALCULAS TUTOR LAB.

This. is. not. good. And she's was right between me and the restrooms! So, without the further ado I casually turned around and ran like heck out of that bookstore as suttly as I could. (I don't think she saw me but I can not say as she never showed up in tutoring lab again- best for both of us I thing).

But now I'm out in the street agian and need to use the restroom and can't go back to the bookstore and can't go towards the record store so I had to go the other way. AWAY from anyplace were there would be restrooms. Like, I started walking and before you know it I was in residential areas unregocnizable entirely to me. "Were am I. No idea. Ok well I kinda of knew but still - It was a way I never went before. And my bladder pressing something aweful to boot.

Well I'll spare you the details of how I found a restoom (had to sneak in teh employees area of a bank- long story) but at the end of the day I found myself back home safe and sound with all the records intact. All's swell that ends swell as the say. But waht an ordeal! All because of some girl uncontrollable crying for no reason. Eventually I forgave her but still, thing about the damage she could of caused. Oh well, its ancient history now.