Unusual Omens and Portents

Yesterday was the first day since we moved here that the AC didn’t kick on at all. The whole day. This makes my power meter happy!

Today is the first day since we moved here that it actually had to HEAT the house. Well… okay, back to work power meter.

Apparently Fall was one day long? This morning it was 35 degrees, it won’t get above 65 today. It’ll be 85 again on Tuesday though. I’m not used to the weather being this confusing!

In other news of strange happenings, I found myself on, apparently, the wrong side of the tracks while driving home from the far side of Dallas the other day. I’m driving down a road through kind of an industrial area, headed towards a pretty upscale area. Suddenly I’m driving by a mostly abandoned strip mall. In this forlorn strip mall, next to a sushi place (which raises it’s own set of questions!) and a Metro PCS store, is a store called “Condoms To Go”. My brain is busy being confused about this (Doesn’t that imply a “condoms for here” store? Can you even run a viable business selling condoms? Does this location need a lot of condoms?) when I see, standing by the entrance to the strip mall, what can only be one of the ugliest hookers ever to stand a streetcorner. I’ve seen Cops and Live PD, this was definitely a hooker. I’ll give her this, she was friendly, waving nicely to everyone driving by, however just based on her looks I think she’d give even the loneliest long-haul truck driver pause! So now I’m wondering if she’s in partnership with the Condoms To Go store, a convenient bystander, or perhaps even some sort of anti-condom protestor trying to completely ruin their business by making anyone driving by who was in the mood for a quick condom to go stop reconsider their choices. There are just so many layers of possibilities here!

At this point I’m double confused, this whole neighborhood is causing so many questions! But we’re not done yet, because moments later, on the same side of the road, I look through some trees and see a man standing in a tower with a shotgun, and a couple of guys in a golf cart.

It turns out it was a sport shooting club, but at the time it really was the icing on the cake. I was too confused, my brain just gave up and went back to focusing on driving, and getting the hell out of whatever strange neighborhood I was in back to my nice calm country suburb, with its lilting tones of Mexican construction music wafting gently across the moors…

It’s up to 56 outside. I think I might go play in the park or something, it seems nice out there.

5 Replies to “Unusual Omens and Portents”

  1. Guess the moral of the story is don’t go to the wrong side of the tracks!
    When we were in Victoria wandering we found a shop called rainbow rubbers and being the dyslexic one said let’s go see what they have. Was I shocked! Guess they can be viable businesses.

  2. Fair enough. Although I suspect Victoria has a bit more of a tourist trap kind of vibe than a run-down strip mall.

  3. A friend, thoughtfully concerned about the long term employment opportunities for “The Little Match Girl” (who needs or buys matches anymore?) was comforted by her own realistic solution: “She could sell condoms on the street corner and still earn money until retirement!” Another career crisis avoided with a fairytale ending.