Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Sunday, February 5
Boy, it was tough going on 880am this morning, as my fave farm station from the next state was, again, in a pitched battle with the Navajo station from down south and the religious station from the coast…This meant the cowboy poet was in and out…Too bad, too, because I leave a few minutes earlier on Sunday mornings so I can hear the cowboy poet, despite the fact I am neither a cowboy nor a poet…As near as I could tell he was talking about being on the road for a spell and leaving his family to care for the ranch, but I don’t know.
I left it on, tho…Even tho I couldn’t really hear him, it was nice to know the cowboy was there…As sometimes happens, by the time Russ and Laurie came on with Hymns From the Heartland the station was coming in pretty good…At the bottom of the hour Russ does the weather and the news, too…On really bad weather days, they’ll have the church closings, altho that doesn’t happen too often…The weather has to be pretty bad to close church in the heartland.
At the retailer, we were getting updates on the Super Bowl from, of all people, Abdul, who’s from Senegal, of all places…The girls, Steph and Aubrey, couldn’t be bothered, and Art chose to pass the time chatting about his amateur pitching career…It turns out he’s still annoyed, 50 years later, by some hapless guy named Sandy who had the nerve to have a small strike zone.
When the Falcons were up big Abdul dutifully counseled patience because, as he noted, the game wasn’t over, a point that seemed inspired when he announced it was 28-28…I didn’t really care, but I stopped at a bar on the way home to watch the overtime session.
Boy, I thought there would be some people stocking up for parties when I got there but no…Even the bachelors weren’t purchasing anything decent, with one guy coming thru with a water filter and some chicken noodle soup…My goodness, I thought, I don’t want to go to your party…You’re even duller me, and I’m spending the game working at the retailer.
I was walking to the back to clock in when I saw Dan-o, his kid Danny, and Scott in line in electronics…They had just come from a hard day working at the resort and were still in uniform.
Christ, what is this, the line for the soup kitchen???
That got some chuckles…I don’t think it will be a Line of the Year candidate but still it’s not too bad, the kind of Guy Humor ol’ Sparrow can be counted on to deliver in Guy Situations.
I spent most the day in the trenches…I did ten minute so of training because after I completed on module it said my next one wouldn’t be available for seven days…I don’t understand that, either.
As you might expect, it was dead slow…With the game on everybody was staying home, except old ladies and foreigners from other countries who couldn’t tell this Sunday apart from last Sunday or even yesterday.
What’s funny about having Anyssa at the front desk is she is as Mexican as a siesta, but she doesn’t hable much Espanol…I am not making that up!!!…Her Spanish is only slightly better than mine, and mine is limited to yo tampoco and mas o menos.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.