Summer 2008, a look back
Sep. 2nd, 2008 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
viedmaActually it's not done yet according to my religion and the earth's rotation, but what the hey.
I have a lot of really wonderful memories from this summer-- my first time on Amtrak and seeing all that gorgeous scenery, eating monster raspberry ice cream cones with my Mom, lots of gardening, figuring out a way to go to the health food store by bike, finishing my first Hot Fuzz story with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
annlarimer etc.-- but my snarkiest memory has to be this:
I was biking home from work one day and I see a female in her late teens. She has a golf club and a golf ball. I thought she was going to wait till I passed by before she teed off, but no. She takes this almighty huge swing right in front of me, so big I think it's just a practice shot because where she's aiming there are lots of buildings. Right behind her is a gigantic empty parking lot.
Anyway, she swings, and then there's the predictable crash as she knocks out a window on the third floor of the area career center. And then she claps her hand to her mouth in horror. It was all over her face: How could I possibly know that if I swung my golf club as hard as I can at a building 20 feet away from me that I might break out one of its windows??? Actions, consequences. I only wish that as I was biking by that I could have offered up some kind of punchline. Maybe just my presence was enough.
I have a lot of really wonderful memories from this summer-- my first time on Amtrak and seeing all that gorgeous scenery, eating monster raspberry ice cream cones with my Mom, lots of gardening, figuring out a way to go to the health food store by bike, finishing my first Hot Fuzz story with
annlarimer etc.-- but my snarkiest memory has to be this:I was biking home from work one day and I see a female in her late teens. She has a golf club and a golf ball. I thought she was going to wait till I passed by before she teed off, but no. She takes this almighty huge swing right in front of me, so big I think it's just a practice shot because where she's aiming there are lots of buildings. Right behind her is a gigantic empty parking lot.
Anyway, she swings, and then there's the predictable crash as she knocks out a window on the third floor of the area career center. And then she claps her hand to her mouth in horror. It was all over her face: How could I possibly know that if I swung my golf club as hard as I can at a building 20 feet away from me that I might break out one of its windows??? Actions, consequences. I only wish that as I was biking by that I could have offered up some kind of punchline. Maybe just my presence was enough.
