Wayyyy OT---The Lost Generation
Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 2:59 pm
Was making a few final adjustments to the ol' snow blower this morning, when it dawned on me, I never filled my 5 gallon "mower-blower" gas tank, that I religiously keep topped-off, in the case of some unfoeseen weather event. Ratttts, I pride myself on being one step ahead of those "11th hour boneheads", who I just knew, would be 10-deep in line, at my local station.
Worst fears realized. The corner MOBIL, looked like they were handing out Playmate of the Year calendars, with every 10 gal fill-up!!!!! Cursing my unpreparedness, I jockeyed into position, some 10 car lengths behind the closet pump. What a sight. You would of thought NORAD had just spotted the first wave of ICBM's leaving Moscow!!!! God bless the American news media for conditioning all of us, the need to drive our cars, eat toast and drink warm milk, at the first sign of a snowflake!!!!
Anywho, after 20 minutes or so, I was one away from paydirt. It was then, I noticed the old Dodge Dart, berthed at a 30 degree angle to the pump, two in front of me. I watched as the door swung slowly open and out crawled a frail-framed, elderly woman,
bundled up in a coat, that could have accompanied Amiral Byrd on his last exploration to the polar regions. The poor thing was obviously crippled with arthritis, as her movemnets were agonizingly slow. She finally reached the trunk of the old relic and pulled out an old, rusty 1 gallon gas can.
Meanwhile, 10 feet to the side of her, sat an SUV, that could have easily traversed, The Sea of Tranquillity!!! Out pours Daddy, looking like he just posed for a Dunn's catalog and his 3 off-spring, 2 boys and a girl, who from my vantage point, looked to be in the 13-18 year old range. Two of the fledglings immediately pulled out their Blackberrys and started to text their buddies....while the third, leaned against the car, and peered at this woman, as if to say...."hurry-up, you pathetic old bag!!!!!" All the while, Daddy
just stood there silently, filling his tanker ship, watching the poor woman struggling to get the rusted cap,off the can!!!!
Now.... far be it for me to jump on my soapbox....BUTTTTTTTTT, had that been my father and brothers in this scenario, and we dared to just stand around with our thumbs tucked-up our arrrrrses, we would have been the unlucky recipients of 3 FREE colonoscopys, well ahead of our 50th birthdays!!!!
Naturally, being a Fox man, I came to her aid, filling her gas can and helping complete the credit card tranaction at the pump. She couldn't have been any sweeter. She was so appreciative of my help, that she squeezed my arm tightly, forcing a dollar bill into my hand and wishing me a happy new year. ( No....I didn't take it and I didn't even ask, if her husband had any old doubleguns laying around!!!!!!) As the old Dart, hobbled away, I envisioned her huddled mass, pushing some prehistoric snow thrower, no doubt in the height of the storm...too proud to ask anyone for assistance. Ahhhhhh....The Greatest Generation.
Hell, we can find an Egyptian restaurant in North Dakota, on our GPS, watch Harry Potter in the back of our minivans and download satellite pictures of Paris Hiltons' panties, on a 4G, cell phone network!!!!! All wonderful technology.....but what really, have we gained??? I'm afraid that basic, family values have been replaced by "The Real Housewives of New Jersey" and "Growing up with The Kardashians" All we have created, is a dysfunctional, band of gypsies. I unfortunately, hold out very little hope, for this
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Worst fears realized. The corner MOBIL, looked like they were handing out Playmate of the Year calendars, with every 10 gal fill-up!!!!! Cursing my unpreparedness, I jockeyed into position, some 10 car lengths behind the closet pump. What a sight. You would of thought NORAD had just spotted the first wave of ICBM's leaving Moscow!!!! God bless the American news media for conditioning all of us, the need to drive our cars, eat toast and drink warm milk, at the first sign of a snowflake!!!!
Anywho, after 20 minutes or so, I was one away from paydirt. It was then, I noticed the old Dodge Dart, berthed at a 30 degree angle to the pump, two in front of me. I watched as the door swung slowly open and out crawled a frail-framed, elderly woman,
bundled up in a coat, that could have accompanied Amiral Byrd on his last exploration to the polar regions. The poor thing was obviously crippled with arthritis, as her movemnets were agonizingly slow. She finally reached the trunk of the old relic and pulled out an old, rusty 1 gallon gas can.
Meanwhile, 10 feet to the side of her, sat an SUV, that could have easily traversed, The Sea of Tranquillity!!! Out pours Daddy, looking like he just posed for a Dunn's catalog and his 3 off-spring, 2 boys and a girl, who from my vantage point, looked to be in the 13-18 year old range. Two of the fledglings immediately pulled out their Blackberrys and started to text their buddies....while the third, leaned against the car, and peered at this woman, as if to say...."hurry-up, you pathetic old bag!!!!!" All the while, Daddy
just stood there silently, filling his tanker ship, watching the poor woman struggling to get the rusted cap,off the can!!!!
Now.... far be it for me to jump on my soapbox....BUTTTTTTTTT, had that been my father and brothers in this scenario, and we dared to just stand around with our thumbs tucked-up our arrrrrses, we would have been the unlucky recipients of 3 FREE colonoscopys, well ahead of our 50th birthdays!!!!
Naturally, being a Fox man, I came to her aid, filling her gas can and helping complete the credit card tranaction at the pump. She couldn't have been any sweeter. She was so appreciative of my help, that she squeezed my arm tightly, forcing a dollar bill into my hand and wishing me a happy new year. ( No....I didn't take it and I didn't even ask, if her husband had any old doubleguns laying around!!!!!!) As the old Dart, hobbled away, I envisioned her huddled mass, pushing some prehistoric snow thrower, no doubt in the height of the storm...too proud to ask anyone for assistance. Ahhhhhh....The Greatest Generation.
Hell, we can find an Egyptian restaurant in North Dakota, on our GPS, watch Harry Potter in the back of our minivans and download satellite pictures of Paris Hiltons' panties, on a 4G, cell phone network!!!!! All wonderful technology.....but what really, have we gained??? I'm afraid that basic, family values have been replaced by "The Real Housewives of New Jersey" and "Growing up with The Kardashians" All we have created, is a dysfunctional, band of gypsies. I unfortunately, hold out very little hope, for this
"Lost Generation"-----------TOOL