Friday, June 20, 2008
Yeah, well, sometimes nothin' can be a real cool hand
Referencing one on my all-time favourite movies in the title bar here, I have here to present to you today one halfway decent photograph (in my estimation) but little more to add. The picture itself was taken this fine winter’s day at 7:41 am down here in little ole’ Hobart by the water. You can just about see the Eastern Shore over there underneath all that mist. It was brisk, but not too cold.
I know how keen people are on hearing some words of wisdom, but I will be honest with you, I have little of them today. So I will resort to a couple of pearls from the aforementioned motion picture.
The first situation sees the titular hero of the piece being dragged battered and bruised back to ‘the box’, the most unpleasant place in the Florida prison camp.
The unnamed guard doing the dragging (reflecting on the recent death of Luke’s Momma) tells him, “I wanna say a prayer for your Ma, Luke...Sorry, Luke. Just doin' my job. You gotta appreciate that.”
And poor old Luke, spirit nearly (but not quite) shattered replies, “Aw, callin' it your job don't make it right, boss.”
Nary has a truer word been spoken.
The second is very much the situation that I have found myself in today. Picture Luke and one of the bossmen (Boss Paul in this case), looking at a level piece of turf. Boss Paul says, “That ditch is Boss Kean's ditch. And I told him that dirt in it's your dirt. What's your dirt doin' in his ditch?”
Luke looks at the ground and replies, “I don't know, Boss.”
Boss Paul tells him, "You better get in there and get it out, boy."
Of course, there is no ditch, and Luke is forced to dig one. Boss Paul then decides that Luke has carelessly left his dirt on Boss Kean’s patch of grass, and orders him to remove it. You can probably see where this one is going.
Let's just say that this resembles some of my tasks today. Not quite as sweaty, but just as frustrating.
So I look at the nice picture above and think merry thoughts.