Galactic Wonders
It’s not uncommon for an owner of a vehicle to come in and
explain in detail how the intracepticle flinindelater has caused
the gingel spring to drop into the spirozipulator. I would be
taking notes right now… but my ballpoint pen melted because
I had it too close to my personal atomic reactor coffee maker.
I hear these extraterrestrial explanations of car
problems all the time. Sometimes they bring their buddies,
a girlfriend, or maybe even a family member. I’m not
surprised when there are three or more loose sprockets
telling me about their rendikulators phase shifter while
standing at the front counter. I guess they all show up
together to make sure that all the reference information
is “atmospherically” correct… or to make sure they all maintain a grip on terra firma. (Forgot their gravity boots)
The really funny part is the guy standing behind the “master of automotive technical words”. They usually have less of a clue than the guy with the anti-matter phase interrupter, but remain content in knowing their place in the universe is safe as the all knowing book of useless knowledge. They’ll stick in some info as needed … depending on the conversation at the counter.
He's still an important part in the continuation of the space time continuum. Or, he could be there for the free beer his buddy has to offer along with a chance to finally use that obscure tool his fore fathers handed down to him years ago.
My job for the day is to fill in the small missing gaps of information that didn’t make it thru the time warp. This guy’s main goal is not to upset the balance of the universe or interrupt any high level discussions about matters involving his chance to boldly go where he has never gone before. Besides he may only get this one chance to ever try out that tool his ancestors left him before he hands it down to his offspring.
So, when these situations come up … watch the dude behind the dude… he’s the real funny one. The “Talker” is too serious to be funny; you’ll find him funny after you try to comprehend the galaxy of galactic information. These guys usual feel that they have reached a higher than needed level of intellectual understanding and are proud to show off their masculinity and technical knowhow to all, alien or any other extraterrestrials.
It’s a warp drive on the starship of auto repair… I never get tired of hearing these stories from the other side of the galaxy. It’s a break from reality to listen to these stories from so far, far away.
Anytime I’m out and about in public or at a movie, in a restaurant, visiting the Ball Park, or a store. I’m always curious to see if I can spot these wonders of the Milky Way. I tend to keep quiet and just observe from a distance. People are people and people are funny. They don’t even try to be funny… they just are. So the next time you’re out in the world at large, see if you can spot the absurdness.
Oh, they’re out there all right…just look around, then again, keep in mind… If you’re in a room full of people and you can’t find anyone that fits the description of the galactic traveler from planet wacky… check the mirror.
Because we’re all part of the same Universe.
