Skip to main content

Spontaneity, Serrated Knife and a Surprise

 Got your attention, huh? I love piquing a reader's interest on title alone. My creative writing teacher always barked that the 'title is vital'!

So. At my place of work, a property that we partner with donates annually a GINORMOUS gingerbread house. And each year there's a silent auction for it once it's close to Christmas which the money is given to Children's Hospital.

Without thinking it through thoroughly, I placed my bid for it! Yup. I done did it without a plan (kinda scary but fun at the same time) I didn't I would win with my bid so I put it out of my mind.

This afternoon it was announced that I won via a company-wide email. My heart sank. I'm ill prepared to transport my prize. I started formulating a battle plan on the fly...

In the meantime, employees that don't usually speak to me were emailing, calling or stopping by in person with two questions on their mind.

How was I transporting it?
Where was I transporting it?

An instant besmirched look crossed my face. I didn’t think they were playing attention! So I would answer their questions, and repeat answering the questions. My all-time favorite sports hero, Dale Earnhardt, once said, “Whether they are cheering or jeering, at least they’re paying attention and making noise!” A fair amount of my co-workers know that I drive a sports car that doesn’t have the capability of moving that successfully. Oh, let alone, my postage-stamp sized one-bedroom apartment able to fit it!

Transporting it? Rosa the Rogue (WCP’s ride) would drag it north to Liquid Lime in Kirkland. Then Beastmode (Cher’s Honda Odyssey) would take it on from there.
Where? Cher’s dining room table.

Ron, WCP, and I managed to move it from the Costco Travel 2nd floor reception area to the front driveway where WCP parked Rosa. Unfortunately, we didn’t count on one of spires being too tall! I run up on Jacob, the CT Deli Supervisor, requesting a serrated knife. While looking at me with apprehension, he hands it over. I roll back to Ron and WCP, strategically saw off the roof, knowing a simple glue job will repair it.

At Liquid Lime’s Ugly Sweater Party, Cher tweaked her ankle. So my bros and I moved the ginormous gingerbread house from vehicle to vehicle. Then it sat overnight in Beastmode, where we successfully made it’s final move from there to the dining room table.

It awaits for the girls reaction...
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Let's Dance

The other week, I was driving to my 2 nd job at Malarky’s Sports Grill. Wednesday to be exact. I noticed a man standing at a bus sign waiting for a bus. I recognized the man right away. It was Kenny, The Dancing Wild Man of Factoria. It’d been a minute since I’ve seen him on the streets of Issaquah, I was growing concerned that something awful happened to him. I was thankful to find him once again, and within the same area I “met” him the first time… hilarious story. I remember distinctively. It was my first summer I spent in Issaquah. The sun was out, so relatively warm. I was bombing around in the Sapphire Sled [an arctic blue, 2004 Acura RSX Type S] with the windows down, the tunes up. I was stopped at the traffic light on the corner of Front Street and NW Gilman Blvd; the busiest intersection. From out-the-cuts, I heard someone screaming! I pull off my shades immediately. I whip my head around trying to seek out the source of the noise. I turn down the radio as I desper
Post a Comment
Read more

Manic Monday, Terrible Tuesday, Wonderful Wednesday, Throwback Thursday, and Finally Friday

What a roller coaster week I have had! To start off the week was a manic Monday. After work on Monday , I did a WinCo run with WCP. Always entertaining. Tuesday was terrible. Started off by being tardy for work, so I treated myself to Tully's before posting up. And... in my experience, when you start off a day like that, any attempt to speed up or make up that half-step, half-tick, never happens. For inexplicable reason, you are now out-of-step with the Universe, and like fucking hell you're gonna make it back up. Never. Fails. I was late to meetings, I was late to a gym class I'm regularly early for, and the list goes on. In fact, I decided on that day instead of seeking out my dream girl of a svelte body, superior intelligence, endless energy, and with a litany of characteristics to make any fairy godmother proud I made the wide-sweeping declaration that I wanted this instead. A 2-ton, yoga pants wearing, 45 year old, bitter, divorcee that is one more named cat f
Post a Comment
Read more

Cinematic Carlos - Seattle International Film Festival 2014

Last night started the 2nd year of my annual tradition (?) of screening several movies during the Seattle International Film Festival. I've known about for years, even a short stint in managing travel during the 2001 SIFF (that's even a longer story!) However, I had zero to little interest in it. I had no good reason either way. Last year, my dear friend, Cindy, invited me to be her movie buddy for SIFF. I accepted because I had no honestly good reason to refuse. We ran around the city tracking down movies that we wanted to watch, others were forgettable but that's the point! Some of these films will hit the mainstream. Most do not. Through the movies, misadventures, and mischief, we had a blast. So, it goes without saying, she invited me to repeat the feat. It continues to teach me: Despite how 'busy' you are - slow down and cherish the time with friends, family, and loved ones That as you grow older - invites should bear more weight than when you were y
1 comment
Read more