In Which Culture Shock Comes Late, And Out of Left Field
Is it really any wonder the water that comes out of my tap is hot enough to sterilize canning jars?
I was reflecting on this today as I stepped out of my apartment to buy some food. I had just run the shower over my legs to try to keep them a little cooler when I went outside, but they dried almost immediately, and, of course, the water was warm. I contemplated the warmth of the water while I walked past the public koi pond the local temple keeps, and while I crossed the street, and while I bought my crushed ice and watermelon (with seeds) drink, and I thought of a Gary Larson cartoon I had seen once. Three or four people in tattered clothes struggle across the parched desert to reach an unexplainable drinking fountain in the middle of the sand. The one in the lead pushes the button and says, "Now just hold your horses, everyone. Let's let it run for a minute and see if it gets any colder." I thought of this cartoon, and it hit me, suddenly, there in the middle of the street, about to step into the sushi shop to get my cucumber rolls and bean curd - My God, I thought, none of these people have ever seen The Far Side.
1 comment:
I was waiting this whole post for the shoe to drop -- or the hammer, or the lack of water, whatever the case was -- and your punchline was.... Gary Larson?
I giggled aloud to myself in the coffee shop I'm in. I had Hannah (the lovely with whom I'm here) read your post, as well, and she laughed, as well. Oh, but I have a witty wife.
<3 & <3,
~k
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