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Some of you guys commented on the kind of people who leave notes on cars and it reminded me of a note that someone left on my Dad's car a couple years ago.
He gave it to me and I still have it! At the time, I thought I'd call the business on the front and give them a piece of my mind but,
a) I don't know if the person is from this business, or if he just grabbed any old card on the dash to write this love note
b) Why engage crazy?
Here it is:
And this, is my Dad.
Probably not. My bosses are smart people. They wouldn't leave me this type of note.
So, here's the story. Ryan Seacrest used to work in this building. He had 2 parking spots so no one would dent his Aston Martin and he could park it kind of diagonally. I'm not judging; that's another blog.
Anyway, he no longer works here and I did not know the parking spots were reassigned. I still have no confirmation of this. I arrive here at about 2pm and there is rarely anyone in these coveted spots that are right next to the elevator so I park in one. Don't judge my laziness.
Yesterday, I found this death threat--I mean, note, tucked into the driver side window.
Can't read it? Here's the text:
To whom that drives this Ford Escape. Please do not park here Mon-Fri these spaces are reserved. and will be towed. thank you for your cooperation.
Now, let's take a moment to judge.
1) This isn't from building management because the note would be typed, so this probably is not official.
2) If you were to leave this, wouldn't you make sure your grammar was correct? To whom THAT? The mid sentence periods?
Gotta say though...it's kinda rewarding. It's like when you see the Facebook page of someone who hurt your feelings in school and they constantly use the wrong they're/their.
I have poison oak for the first time since I was a kid.
It's unpleasant. I went to the doctor and he had his med students look me over so they could see what this crap looks like.
My point? I AM NOW PUMPED FULL OF ROIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I took all of today's 6 steriod pills at once.
I'm either going to beat someone up or hit a homerun. PUT ME IN BLUE!
Well, at least I won't need that Diet Coke today.
So sorry, man. Just wanted to see what it felt like to be you.
P.S. Why is your office chair damp?
Todd's T-shirts are fun to see.
Every day is a new adventure. Today's tee has a pic of Popeye with this text:
100% Natural...Go Ahead, Feel It.
I found this in the studio today.
Rob Archer told me it's his mouse. I think this is the kinda mouse that gets you punched in the face.
I mean, seriously?
Michelle Kube is sometimes called St. Michelle because she works within 4 feet of Handel every morning at 0 dark 30 for 4 hours.
She wrote a blog filled with inside information about KFI. You can read it here.
I just wanted to clarify a couple things, Michelle.
(She and I don't see each other often because we work different hours)
I no longer do the high kicks. I haven't been to Pilates in months and just don't have the flexibility.
And John and Ken now give hugs when they see people in the hall. Big, bear, pick you up and shake you, hugs.
It gets a little weird sometimes but everyone's been pretty cool about it.
This blog was supposed to be about the newly popular blobfish but I ran into some complications. I won't go into it.
I'll share some behind the scenes stuff instead. I found this in John and Ken's office.
It's a pic of OJ. Then....there was this.
My Grandma Virg (inia) used to always say that. I'll never forget riding the Matterhorn with her circa 1985 and hearing her scream, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" all the way down. My family is very Catholic and very Irish so save the blasphemy comments.
Anyway, I had a "Jesus, Mary and Joseph"/John-Kobylt-In-Line-For-A-Bagel kinda moment today.
I arrived at the cafe where I pick up lunch from time to time. There was a woman at the register and she had clearly already paid. The lady who owns the joint is chatty and sweet so people often exchange more than a hello ,but this woman...
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
She whips out the iPhone and starts showing the owner pictures. At first, I think it's just a, "haven't seen you an awhile...look at Becky, she's 5 now. Can you believe it? FIVE!"
This picture sharing went on minutes, like at least 5.
As the curiosity overwhelmed me I inched closer to the register to take a peak...
...CATS! She was showing several (at least 7) pictures of her CATS. And all the while, the line behind her grew and grew and grew.
For CATS. CATS on a sofa. CATS on the floor stretching. CATS.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.