Are you laughing at me

It’s happening, I can feel it. I’m loosing my sense of humor. Oh you might snigger and some will breathe a sigh of thanks but truly I may be loosing it. I reached a state of rage, the road variety, leaving Bunnings this afternoon as the idiot in front holding the side of his head, in the unmistakable mobile phone stance, weaved through the parking lot at a minus rate of Kph., stopped at the exit to Bourke road for phantom traffic and when prompted by my horn proceeded, hand still clutched to ear, down both left and right turning lanes, trying, with the remaining one tenth of brain power not taken up with the “ I’m just leaving the hardware now, yes I’ve got the pergola, yes it was on special, no I didn’t forget the gas” conversation with lovie, to remember where he was going. Admittedly this guy was already in my bad books having somehow slipped past my vigilant guard and parked himself in the pick up only section whilst he had a leisurely afternoons shopping. It gave me great, no make that limited, satisfaction to lock him in at five as I left, only to find myself pipped as someone else let him out in front of me. After a week spent outdoors which was truly the first environmentally comfortable one since commencing work last year, you’d expect I’d be a little less tetchy don’t you think? I think it’s spending so much time alone with my log, isolated from team mates, with about as much opportunity for comunication as a policeman on point duty. I’ll be starting fights soon wont I, it’s a health issue isn’t it, I’ll take it up with the OH&S team, they’ll understand. Probably organize a roster of team members to keep me company. I could go to the union even, maybe get counseling or a wide screen TV, what about a priest. Whoo I feel better already.
I thought about going to the city tonight to see it blacked out but hesitated as I recognized the potential for another Iemma debacle traffic jam headline. Then I realized I wouldn’t be able to see anything anyway if it were blacked out, get it. Took a look outside just now but obviously no one in Enmore knew as all the usual lights are on, including mine come to think of it. Stars are no more brilliant either, Maybe some more serious measures are needed to combat climate change, but I’m comforted by the steady approach of our prime minister who says “nations have overacted to perceived threats in the past and gone on to regret it’. Some silly letter writer thought he was talking about invading Iraq. Doh
Earlier whilst still despondent over my lack of humor I went up the street for some take away spag bol and was cheered to spot the dog whisperer in his bottle green overalls and Rastafarian knit cap comforting the local sheep dog. This poor creature must survive sans flock and with only astro turf to perform her symbolic turd burials. I’m certainly its the human practice of donning clothing that make us look more at home in Enmore’s urban environment. I mean if this Border Collie whatever were to wear a collar and tie, even some piercings with her already formal looking black and white fur, she might not look to be missing her sheep so badly.
Next I spied a slick black glossy van with the word Atticus emblazoned boldly across its sides with a cartoon supine finch like bird under. What could this mean, some new uber law company, some hyper uber pest exterminator, no according to Inspector Google, a clothing/ fashion brand, so disappointing.
Naturally none of this has done much to improve my lack of humor and as I look to the bottle, no call that cardboard, for some relief I turn to you my loyal readers for comfort. Only with you can I find an audience for those “what I should have said” sort of things. Only with you can I create the perfect reply and from it construct the perfect question, which is so much more satisfying than those you hear from colleagues in the lunch room. As the old saying goes; you can bore your family when your friends have walked away