I learned that “morgenmuffel” is a German phrase for a person who is grumpy in the mornings. I also learned that that condition reverses into “guten morgen” after a few cups of coffee.
Today was the 2nd day of school for my kids. They knew they had to get up early, I knew we had to get up early. I did. They did. Shoot…they were ready to leave 20 minutes before we had to leave. I’m good with it, cause there will be days where we will be rushing out the door and barely make it on time. So, I took advantage of it and got there 15 minutes before they opened the doors. We sat in the car, listened to music, and spent time together before being separated for the next 7 hours.
While in the car, the radio is always on. Most of the time, as it was also this morning, the radio is set to 107.9 Big FM. Hits from the 60’-80’s. My kids can recognize certain artists like Elvis, The Beatles, and a whole lot of newer artists. This morning, an Elvis song was playing. I said, “Ooh, Elvis!” My daughter reminded me that he was the “King of Rock.” She then said, “Michael Jackson was the King of Pop. What if Elvis and MJ had a kid? Would he be the King of Pop Rock?” Hmm…she then said that MJ would have to be a woman. She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “Well…”
At work, two other crew members and I were working on refinishing the gymnasium floor. It had already been stripped and it was time to put wax down. Someone had gotten on the floor between the time it had been stripped and the time to put wax down. So, we were in there using a bit of stripper and a scratch pad to take up the scuff marks. We’d spray a little stripper from a spray bottle on the marks and then buff it with the scratch pad. Every time we’d spray, it would make splatter spots all around the area we were working on. “Be careful of the stripper splatter,” I said. The more I thought of it, the more it sounded like a line from a really bad porno, or something that would be said in a Quentin Tarantino movie…
Before we started working on the floor, I had opened the back doors for a little “fresh air.” As soon as I did, I saw a ladies wallet on the steps. It was opened and I knew right away that it had been stolen. Some photos were water damaged, there were receipts sticking out of the wallet, and several credit cards and even a driver’s license. I searched through it to see if there was some sort of contact information so that I could call the woman and get her wallet back to her. Sure enough, there was a business card with her name and phone number. She worked at UTC, which is right there by where I work. I called and told her that I found her wallet. She was ecstatic! Turns out, the building where she worked was on the same corner of the church. She said to meet her out on the sidewalk at the corner of Douglas and McCallie. When we met up, she immediately hugged my neck and kept thanking me over and over. She looked in the wallet and said that all her credit cards were still in there. She was glad her driver’s license was still there, because she had already made an appointment to get another one. She told me that if there was anything I needed, to find her in the building on the opposite corner of the church. I’ll keep that in mind. I might need something someday.
Oh yeah…there was also a pile of human feces and a tank top shirt on the back steps. :-)
Another thing...thanks for the 4G of music. You know who you are (maybe). I'll be back for more.
