Several days of epic awfulness was capped with me losing my car keys - inside my car. No, no joke. I drove from one job location to another, parked and waited for the supervisor to show up, took the keys out of the ignition, set them down to gather up all my other stuff, and when I got ready to get out of the car, I couldn’t find them.
I had not even opened the door at that point.
Coworkers completed two (two!) epic searches where we essentially tossed the car, but nope, no keys anywhere. Fortunately, I had an emergency key in my wallet, so I was able to get home without having to make a really embarrassing phone call.
But it still made me wonder who or what I could have ticked off in the past week. I’m not one to believe in gypsy curses, but you can make a rough guess at the kind of Google searches I was running last night.
On the plus side, I did get some nice things in the mail today, including a very entertaining batch of old hobby ephemera, a lovely time capsule of my own "golden age" of the hobby, roughly 30 or so years ago. Back when "pix" like this were state-of-the-art for photo showing purposes:
Soup Can Racing!
Still Life with Dead Cow!
Extraterrestrial Performance!
Nope. Not Going There.
Three Margarita Lunch Day at Breyer Plant!
Lest you are harboring any unkind thoughts, the person who sent this stuff to me is probably looking at all this and laughing right along with you. These photos (except for the Classic Andalusian Mare) aren’t any different, really, than photographs I or anyone else took back then. In fact, as I was doing a quick search through them this afternoon, I kept remarking "Yep, took one just like that, and that, and that…"
This is photographic evidence of what the hobby looked like. And you know what? Looks like we had a pretty darn good time, in spite of our lack of technical or artistic sophistication.
(Speaking of: for dignity’s sake, I decided to forego all pictures where actual people were shown, because Mullets.)
(You’re welcome.)
2 comments:
Thank you, those pix gave me a chuckle after a long, long night at work.
Ya know, my parents lost the keys to their brand new Chevy before they even left the dealership way back in the day. They were down the seatbelt chute. Moral of the story: Never let your toddler play with the keys!
So many giggles from this post, Andrea. So Very Many.
I've long believed that the "Three Margarita" mare resulted not only from too much alcohol at lunch, but also a competition between painters after imbibing. You see, there are TWO such mares in existence, the other being striped in the dark grey normally seen on the mane and tail. Painters each had only one color at their disposal, and these two mares were found in adjacent trash barrels. I would have loved to see that epic demonstration of airbrushing while under the influence.
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