Last week as Josh passed a homeless man on the corner next to my office he turned to Josh and said, “I know 5 forms of artial marts but I only use judo. That’s what my momma said.” We thought that was pretty funny. We were glad that his momma had urged him to use restraint and not unleash all 5 of his fighting styles on passersby.
Yesterday I walked into Old School Pizza and that same man was in line ahead of me. He has about 3 cat carriers strapped to his bike and he turned and asked me if I thought his cats were OK out there or if it was too hot. I said that it was probably OK, but he could move them into the shade if he was worried. Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. He got a very angry look on his face and said, “I know 5 forms of martial arts.” At this point I am thinking- ha, the “artial marts” thing again, but then he finished with, “And I am about to use one of them on you!” He then rolled up his sleeves and took a step towards me. I really didn’t want to get in a fist fight (or Judo I would guess) with a rail thin mentally ill man in my favorite pizza place, so I said, “ok, but how about you do it later because it is your turn to order.” He turned around and looked at the counter then asked me in a suspicious tone, “How long have you lived here, because this sort of heroin can’t be found in this area” and before I could answer he walked out the door.
*I should add that my office overlooks the street corner he usually stands on and as I wrote this I could see him asking everyone walking by if they could “spare some weed”.
Michelle took Evelyn to the doctor this morning to take a look at one of her 700 mosquito bites. This one was looking a little infected. The doctor recommended that we place lots of rosemary in her room because it is a natural repellent. Later on as Michelle was walking downtown with the kids, a homeless man looked at Evie and warned - “You guys are harboring fugitives! You need to eat rosemary!” Is there anything rosemary can’t do?
I totally forgot to finish my thoughts on Oklahoma before posting that. There is more to Oklahoma hating me besides the terrible drivers. Oklahoma City freeways are a mess. There are way too many of them for its size and they all change name and direction constantly. You can head due north on a freeway that says West because eventually, if you stay on it long enough it will veer West somewhere near Canada.
Before I left Tulsa for the drive to Oklahoma City, a customer told me about his friend who had been caught in a tornado on that road and had his legs broken when it repeatedly bashed him into a freeway underpass. His truck came out of it the size and shape of a fridge. I kept my eye out for any shelter or extra deep ditch I could hide in if I saw a twister.
The tornado siren went off just as I was driving through the downtown. The driver in front of me jumped out of his car and ran into a building and the rain was whipping down the street like a wind-tunnel. The siren turned off before I could decide where to run. I pulled into my hotel on 20th and Meridian just as the announcer on the radio said the small tornado had touched down on 63rd and Meridian.
I was in Boise, Tulsa and Oklahoma City this week. I found out that Oklahoma hates me. I can’t tell you how many times I started through an intersection after the light turned green and had to slap on the brakes to keep from getting hit by someone running the light. It got to the point where I would just wait 8 minutes after the light turned to make sure everyone was done.