...........Is about an inch and a half. Let me explain. Its cold here, actually, its bitter cold. Please see my blog on Mother nature. Back to the subject. I work out doors, and because of that, I am pretty bundled up. I'll paint a picture; dark carpenter pants, hooded sweatshirt, yellow fleece zip up vest, and a dark blue beanie. The blue beanie being the subject of this post. See, I as I worked throughout the day, I constantly had to adjust the beanie, as it would slowly slide down my forehead, and almost block my vision. The work I do, being able to see is important. So one of these moments that the beanie was sliding down my face, I took a gander into a window to see my reflection. Interesting to say the least.
I think the first thing I realized is that I'm glad none of the kids were around. I honestly looked like I was about to rob a bank. Had that been on, the ability to see just how crazy I looked, would not have been there. But, I could now. I could see all the crazy in me. Its the look that if you were facing me dead on, half of my eyes were covered, but I could still see. It would give the appearance that I was looking up at you, but not really. I believe I heard one of my fellow workers say something to the tune of "he looks like he wants to kill us". But it was all in Spanish, so that's the translation I got. I'm pretty sure I was dead on.
So where does the goofy aspect come into play? Well, at some point, I was just trying to see and had to pull up the beanie. Worked a little, and as I passed the same window, caught my reflection, and what a difference an inch and a half makes! See now my entire forehead was exposed, and I down right looked to be someone who might have had one too many cocktails at lunch. I'll be honest. I laughed, just a tad. Now this might not have helped the whole "drunk" look, but no one was around, so its ok to look crazy then.(the the rule, no one around, and no matter what you do or look like, and you arent crazy) Here's the deal about the inch and a half. Down below eyes, and I would probably make a child cry the way I looked. But, beanie pulled up, exposing forehead, and I am basically a red nose away from hanging with Bozo. Which makes me question, when I go to stores through out the day, is the beanie exposing my psychotic, or goofy side? I would guess the first, but no child has cried in my presence so maybe I am doing ok. From now on I am going to try and maintain that inch and half.
To finish this blog I must say thank you to Redwing boots. The boot I wear, and the boot that saved my foot. Today while using a framing nail gun, the gun misfired, shooting off three nails for no reason, one of which took direct aim at my foot. The nail embedded itself into the steel that dons my toes! So I shall thank thank you Redwind, and Porter Cable, kiss my ass. And yea, all of you are saying "operator error". Well you are wrong. The gun has a function that even if you hold down the trigger, only one nail will fire. Its not a semi-automatic nail gun. So the fact that it shot three, 3 inch nails out, is a failure of the safety features. SO, yea, again, kiss my ass Porter Cable. You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have...my opening statement. Sit, Ubu, sit. Good dog.
RUFF!
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