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Posted on 04/09/2013 5:27:53 PM PDT by Darksheare
LOL, yeah that pretty much describes it.
We all have our own little pet Rhinovirus.
It is a national pastime keeping the things alive.
It is a service we perform for the rest of the world.
The Freezing Fog forms the Ice-battle-stations the virus uses to mount all-out attacks on mankind!
The Atlanic ocean is no protection from these insidious foe.
Stealthily it comes,
gleefully it devours your warmth and security,
all sound,
leaving naught behind but a faint memory of sunny skies and warmth.
It is nice to triumph, sometimes.
All the people at our DMV office seem nice. One of the guys goes to our church - he waved at me as I was waiting for Elen this morning. Another employee was on the phone with a lady who seemed to be having a complete collapse over her elderly father’s insisting on driving. “Stay calm. It’ll be okay. We’ll send you this form, and we can send this other form to his doctor, and have his license flagged so if he’s stopped, etc., etc.”
Clean your ears with tea-tree oil, and inhale the fumes.
There’s probably some floating base for the darned things out there in the pond.
Passing ships are warned not to tell anyone about its presence.
And then, it stikes.
This usually refers to leftovers that have been stored in the fridge from the previous night.
Cold cuts of ham, sausage ,pickles, salad.
Or any edible when cold, remains of a previous days cooking.
They can be remarkably good around CHRISTmas time!
That’s the difference between people over your way and those over my way.
Here, the DMV is full of arrogance usually and very little kindness.
Heck, if you turned in your old plates there was a 90% chance they’d later be found on a vehicle and teh police scanner would say, “Plates show up as having been surrendered.”
Which begs the question, how were they getting out of the DMV and back onto cars?
Big scandal, not a peep about it.
Be right back, heading away from keyboard.
But...that might kill the virus i keep as a pet!
Will have to try that. :)
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Thanks. I thought something like that, but wasn’t sure if it was a specific dish. (I’d guess in 1898, it was an icebox or meat safe, rather than a fridge).
Another one that gave me trouble was “wire-gun” the only reference that I had was from Franson’s “The Shadow of the Ship” where a wire gun had the projectile trail a wire since anything not in physical contact with the meadow simply vanishes.
Finally found out that it was the same as a wire-wound gun, where the barrel is wrapped in wire to compensate for the crappy quality of bulk steel in the day.
I once saw my old plates on a Volkswagon van...
All my life the fog has come and gone. Sometimes it would be there when I woke up, but burn off by mid-morning. Other times I could see it advance, then watch it retreat as it rolled through.
Seven years ago this fog rolled in, as near as I can tell. I have not seen anyone in the fog since it came. I have written this little story every year since then. I can only hope this copy can get out.
The exact plates, or just the same plate number?
That’s the sounded deadening man eating fog, isn’t it.
Flare guns and certain lights offer some protection.
Creating an updraft of warm air also sometimes works.
Though usually the fog merely laughs and toys with you.
Yes, don’t want to bother the harmless non-man-eating fog.
I believe the selfsame plate. Shoulda been on a Renault station wagon.
Yeesh!
So it’s the same as what was going on here.
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