I am still surprisingly well informed about all things
postal, but the longer I am away the less I hear because my informants are
getting older and either out of the loop themselves or they are the ones causing
the problems. Whenever I meet an old friend, I engage in conversation about
life and love at the post office. To tell the truth, I care less and less as
the years march on. I do have a juicy bit of gossip that I picked up, but I don’t
have anyone to talk to about it. I will be working for the post office in a
couple of weeks and I will spend most of my “work” time with visiting and
catching up.
I am one of those people that other people like to confide
in. I guess I have a face that says “I care” when in reality I am saying “What
the fuck are you telling this to me for. I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on
fire!” Perhaps it is the blank stare and the nodding at what seems to be
appropriate times. During most conversations I am just biding my time waiting
for a lull in the babbling so that I can say something that I find interesting
about whatever the topic is. I do like to tell people things that I discover
and I just want to share. Okay, I really want to be the first to pass on
whatever bit of information that I have.
It comes as a bit of a shock to find that not everyone is
like me. Not everyone likes me, but that is the subject of another blog. Louise
is a prime example. I will be talking to one of the kids and find out that they
are getting a new job/car/child/house/vacuum/tattoo or any number of other
minor things that can happen in a persons life, and when I get off the phone I
will say to Louise, “Did you know that Arwen is getting a new
job/car/child/house/vacuum/tattoo?”
Louise will look up and say “Yeah, she told me last week.”
“Last week? How is it that I am just now hearing about it?
Don’t you think I would be interested?”
Louise says “Well, no one is stopping you from talking to
your kids, you are home all day and you could call them and ask what’s
happening.”
That is true, but what about being the first to tell the
gossip? Like I say, not everyone is like me. They are nuts, and don’t even care
if they are in the loop or not.
Last week I got an email about the statues on Easter
Island . I have seen photos of these heads all of my life and am
amazed by them. How bored would you have to be to make these monolithic monuments?
I can only assume that the island was filled with old retired guys that had
some kind of a crane and an excess of energy. In the email there were pictures
of these heads but they have discovered that they have bodies which are buried
in the ground. I thought the carved heads were nuckin’ futs, but to carve
bodies and them bury them up to the neck, that takes fucked up to a whole new
level.
The first thing I did was to call my son to tell him about
these bodies that were attached to the heads. I said “Hey Brendan, you know
those heads on Easter Island ?”
Before I could say another word he said “Is this about the
bodies?” “Ahhhh….yeah. Did you know about this?” He told me he did and I wished
him a good day and hung up the phone. How long have people known about this?
Could it be that I am the last guy in Canada
I wonder what else I don’t know? I was just watching the TV
and there is talk about John Travolta being gay. WTF? How could he be and why
would he hide it if he were? If you are privy to news similar to Easter
Island or John Travolta, don’t assume that I know, let me know!
http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/gossip/la-et-mg-john-travolta-sexual-harassment-lawsuit-20120514,0,1584974.story
I am so deep in the dark that for all I know, John Travolta
may be getting head on Easter Island .
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