Birds

I was working yesterday, helping my dad move "merchandise" from our warehouse outside, inside to our selection room. The day was beautiful, warming quite nicely, and I knew it would be a good day.

Since "the change", a year ago, in my life, I don't get the opportunity to work along side my dad too often because of corporate leadership that feels it best for me to work in a town, other than the one I grew up in, where I know just about everyone. I would see working in my hometown as an asset to the company, but they see it as a liability, so anyway... back to my story.

There's this carport that jets off of the back of our funeral home, back where the warehouse is, simply for the sake of us staying out of the weather. However, the warehouse is one of those storage containers that can be moved on a truck bed, also known as, portable; and it has two massive truck doors that require a bit higher of clearance than our carport allows, leaving about a 6 ft. stretch of sidewalk that is left in the open air, unprotected from the elements, and all things that be in the air above us.

Well, in this short stretch of sidewalk, on my way from the warehouse to the carport, my "Dutton Luck" kicked in. When I say "Dutton Luck" I mean, I could have laid in a lounge chair out in the middle of a field, all day long in my grungy dirty clothes and nothing would have happened to me, but in a 6 ft. stretch from covered area to covered area, something will certainly happen, most every time. This time, evidently there was a bird flying by who felt his need to unload on my clean, morning fresh, white dress shirt. It ran down my sleeve and a few moments later I noticed it had even dropped on the cuff of my black suit pants. This being at 8:45 in the morning... a great start to a wonderful day!

Last night, I got to my friend's house where we were meeting to go eat dinner. Kim went to Fort Worth and I was left alone on a Friday night and this seemed like a great plan! Well, we decided to go in the Heavy Chevy and were planning to meet another friend at the restaurant. We walked out the door where I discovered I had done something that I NEVER do, or at least if I have, it's been a LONG time.

When I park the Heavy Chevy in the garage at home, I usually just leave the keys in it, put the garage door down and go inside. A pick-up that old, I have noticed, you can use just about any old GM key in the ignition and it will start anyway, so why not just leave the key in it? As we walked out to the pick-up, I realized that, as in my garage, I left the keys in the ignition. Thing is, I did what I don't do in the garage. I locked the doors. Yep! We were locked out, and either the 1979 Custom Deluxe Chevy Pick-up won an award for the safest, "Least Broken-in-to Vehicle of 79", or my friend and I are good guys who never hung out with the crowd that knows how to break into vehicles, leaving us completely stupid in the abilities of getting into a locked vehicle. So, we called our friend that evidently HAS hung out with people who know how to break into vehicles. Meanwhile, frantically trying to maneuver our bent wire hangers, through the vent windows on both sides of the truck, to the locks to somehow pull them up. First one in, wins bragging rights!

Just as Coz pulled up, I heard a yell of the "Braggadocios kind" from Joseph. He won, and I got my keys.

All-in-all, it was a good day! Aside from the bird poo and my bird brain!

-approved by Farley Wells, CMDI who said I should have called him... why am I not surprised?!