Monday, October 11, 2010

Blinded By The Light But Not By The Punch

It's a bright sunny day and there will probably be numerous traffic accidents from folks running a red light because they simply DID NOT SEE the light.

I get this.  The bright sunshine was playing tricks on me this morning.  Here's how I interpreted the following signs:

RIGHT SHOULDER CLOSED AHEAD  as  BRIGHT SHOULDER HOSED A HEAD
   I like my version better.  Even though it's nonsense, it's much more entertaining.

MERGING TRAFFIC as MURKY GRAFFITI
  I kept looking for the non-signaling, unclear graffiti.  I was so confused.

 I'd let this guy merge.

and then my mind went into silly Geekgirl mode:

SERVICES AVAILABLE:  MCDONALD'S, BUFFALO WINGS, FU EXPRESS as
  SERVICES AVAILABLE:  FRIED CLOWNS, BUFFALOS F*CKING, FAST WINGS

Speaking of clowns, I found this black-eyed Bozo....


 who seemed to fit well with our afternoon on Sunday:

People are crazy.  We were seated in the nosebleed section at the ballpark for the Rangers vs. Rays playoff game yesterday and about halfway through the game, the guy in the seat next to me punches the guy next to him in the face.  Everyone's jaw dropped as we watched the scene unfold.  The guy doing the whopping said that his neighbor was cussing too much.   None of us heard any cussing but we were paying attention to the game.  

The guy that was supposedly cussing had been drinking quite a bit but he and his buddy were not loud or obnoxious.  The guy sitting next to me, Mr. Whopper, seem to have been in a sulk the entire time.  He was with his mother who was the person who was actually seated next to the accused foul-word-spewer.  The hitting did not occur until Mom went for some nachos.  Maybe the home team losing was just too much for Mr. Whopper or he walks around life with a very short fuse.  Scary.

The situation resolved when the punched guy's buddy convinced Mr. Whopper to leave or they were going to go get a cop. 

All in a geek's life.

Photo credits:  Graffiti: Akbar Simonse, Bozo: Chris Denbow, courtesy of flickr.com, Creative Commons license (see sidebar).

20 comments:

Deb said...

When the mom returned did she grab her son by the ear lobe and drag his sorry butt out of that ballpark?

otin said...

I almost killed four people in a car wreck when I was 18 because of the blinding sun. It is not easy to see at a certain hour.

Thanks for my birthday wishes!

Lauren said...

I thought all the punching at hockey games happened on the ice. I guess cranky guy couldn't deal with being sidelined.

Unfinished Rambler said...

Yikes.

So are you and your husband going to have to testify in court?

That would be cool...

...or not. :)

K A B L O O E Y said...

I had that exact Bozo punching bag; holy flashback, Batman! And thanks for giving me a new tattoo idea, because that crapping dinosaur is perfect.

ReformingGeek said...

@Deb - The poor woman was just returning to our row when he was leaving. She asked him what happen, he told her, and she turned and walked down the stairs with him, silent but kind of shaking her head. This guy was not a kid. He knew better.

@otin - Yeah, it can be quite hazardous.

@Lauren - I thought they usually happened because of booze but Mr. Whopper wasn't drunk.

@Unfinished - No such excitement....and that's good thing!

@Kablooey - I loved the stinky dinosaur.

honeypiehorse said...

If I ever start a band I will call it Murky Graffiti.

Jean Knee said...

dang.
I never get to see anyone clobbered in the face

Jean Knee said...

dang.
I never get to see anyone clobbered in the face

Quirkyloon said...

Texans.

You all need to get over yourselves!

Fighting at a baseball game?

Whoda thunk it?

hee hee hee

Did I ever tell you how I almost got kicked out of an AZ Diamondbacks game? hee hee

Mrsblogalot said...

So far, I've only seen that kind of action at the DMV.

You're lucky (-:

And just so you know, it took all that I have not to run in fear of that clown.

Anything Fits A Naked Man said...

What is it about sports stadiums, alcohol, and male egos that just seems to IGNITE the fighting? Sigh!

We have season tickets to the Cleveland Browns games this year, and I am STUNNED what goes on around us after our neighbors have consumed a few beers! It would be entertaining if I weren't often fearing for my life!!

ReformingGeek said...

@honeypie - That sounds like a great name for a band!

@Jean - I thought it was you that did the clobbering.

@Quirky - Yeah, we Texans are rude, crude, and socially unacceptable.

You got thrown out? Did you keep the bat that the player threw in the stands or what?

@MrsBlogalot - I will go to the DMV and check it out. I'm sorry about that clown. I was shaking as I inserted the image into my post.

@Joan - That's why I usually prefer my own living room! The world is a scary place!

Leeuna said...

Wow. Talk about a sore loser. I've never understood why people feel the need to punch other people in the face...oh wait, yes I do. Nevermind.

And I agree with you about the sun. It blinds me and makes my eyes water and I can't read a thing correctly. (I just follow the car in front of me)

The Constant Complainer said...

Congratulations to the Rangers. And it goes to further support the Cleveland Curse. Cliff Lee was a Cy Young Award winner, so of course we trade him. And now he's led you into the next round of the playoffs. LOL. Figures. Haha!!!

Ziva said...

Man, I always miss all the action. We don't get enough sun to blind us and no one ever hits anyone in the face. I'm moving to Texas.

ReformingGeek said...

@Leeuna - Most of us can save our punching time for the clown bag. We could use some rain around here!

@Constant - Yea Rangers!

@Ziva - That's great but you might want to start with wintering here and returning to Finland for the summer. ;-)

AmyLK said...

What craziness! Maybe to get Mr. Whopper to calm down, they could have promised to tell his Mommy when she came back. lol

CatLadyLarew said...

The older I get, the worse I am at reading the road signs... but they are more amusing that way. That Bozo head is kinda scary, though!

dana said...

Kinda sounds like a typical Sunday at my church...


"1.00s, 1.50s, 1.75s for the short arms. If you know what I'm talking about, you're probably old, too."

"Boomer brain fog: What was the last, middle, and first part of what you just said to me?"