Who doesn’t enjoy some good-natured banter when worrying that you might die in misery on the muddy roadside in the middle of a dark forest?
Might be the folks in that shuttle van, but I guess we’ll see.
No bars. It’s like a nightmare!
Bob keeps a broader view than a lot of folks.
Bob likes the kind of view you get from the bottom step of Infinity… you know the spot, right next to Destiny and Fate, just a few dimensions higher and with a clearer vantage point than Chance, Luck, and Probability.
It will keep you from worrying so much.
Of course, so will a head injury with short term memory loss.
Say what you will about the younger generation. ‘Cause you will. Every older generation always has.
Since we wandered out of the caves and started constructing homes for ourselves that our kids took for granted, each generation has sworn that this newer one is far more spoiled and rotten than the one preceding. And then the li’l bastards grow up, get jobs, learn how to behave, and dump all their invective onto their kids in the same fashion their parents did them.
Gen Xers now say that these darn Millennials are lazy and spoiled and want everything given to them. Forgetting that before we were GenX, our generation was nicknamed “The Slacker Generation”. I rarely talk to anyone who recalls that any more. (I was born in the first year of the GenX, so I remember farther back than some. That’s what I blame it on.)
So, Kelly’s intern. Yes, he’s lazy. Yes, he’s inexperienced. Yes, he’s going to ingest illegal smoke in the back of the truck tonight. Yes, he’s … not the future of his generation. But someone in his generation IS going to learn to think and plan and work… And those young people are our future! Intern kid is just like that cousin of yours who didn’t quite ever get the hang of reality, but by golly, he might pay taxes or raise kids someday, so cut him the same slack you got.
So, things are piling up for the guys.
Problems with navigation, problems with language, problems with optical acuity… and gastrointestinal integrity. Problems with interpersonal communication and patience…
Nothing a good therapist couldn’t work them through, given a few weeks of sessions and proper insurance.
Kara isn’t fussy about stuff, is she?
At least, not fussy about the kind of stuff you THINK she’s gonna be fussy about.
Probably why she’s so popular.
You know… It’s totally an indicator as to how bad things have gotten when you agree to stuff that would have sounded insane if you had been, say, sitting in your own place all dry and warm and fed and not being stormed upon.
Things have gotten REALLY bad when you start gauging the acceptability of a plan that includes hunkering down under a dead tree and waiting for the end of… the end of… well… anything, really.
Amber and Ambre are smart, to be talking business strategy.
Too many times, business partners don’t communicate, you know? They just let things roll along, going one way or another, unspoken of.
Not a good idea, when your business could dry up overnight. Or at least get less squishy over an evening.
Oh, Steven, she’s saying it’s going to go just the way you want things to go…
And then your vehicle spontaneously disassembles.
That’s a bad sign.
Or conjunction of signs.
So, how much was that umbrella?
Well, the guys seem to have made up their minds after carefully weighing the alternatives.
The alternatives apparently are “which way to spell two names that sound exactly alike”?
Frankly, it’s hard to see why Clem is even concerned. See?
Do you suppose that the supposedly minor functionary at the Dam might have more on the ball than the “boss”?
And do you also suppose that the functionary doesn’t really know that much either?
This is going to go really well, isn’t it?
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