Monday, December 01, 2008


I am en route back to PDX now. The valley taxi arrived right on time too. Green Shuttle/Taxi has been a great vendor during my frequent visits to Oregon. They did leave my parents in the lurch when they were coming to see me, but something tells me this has something to do with my parents and not the taxi company.

This was a good weekend. It started off full of craziness though. We found out my dad only had a couple of days to live, but that was amended to be 6 months after more tests came back.

On Thursday we had a small thanksgiving dinner, just me and the parents. Friday I went to Brooks Winery with JLP-B and JB. Tasted some nice wine and bought a couple bottles. Let's hope they don't get broken in my suitcase. - fingers crossed -

On saturday I ventured into Sheridan for an old classmates 30 birthday party. I saw the wine friends again, and AFB. Seeing those three was the main reason I went back to Sheridan. The party was at the Green Frog. I hadn't been there since I was 19. I am still shocked that people can smoke in bars in Oregon. You crazy liberals-you can smoke medical pot, your doctor can kill you if you ask him too, but there is no ban on smoking? Come on, I thought Chicago was late in the smoking ban game.

The birthday party was fine. I have known JJH since kindergarten, we aren't close though. I was really annoyed by one guy though. He kept making fun of people who still lived in Sheridan. Believe me, it feels good to get out of Sheridan and live in the City. I often make fun of how small Sheridan is and how I could never live there again, but don't be rude to people because their life plans differ from your. I will make fun of people for their beliefs (racism, sexism, homophobia and bigotry in general), but not because they choose to live where they grew up. The one thing I wish for people who think that everything they need is where they grew up (be that Sheridan, Portland, Chicago or Madrid) is to go explore the world. See what else is out there, you will learn a lot about who you are and about where you are from.

Another thing that pissed me off was when this guy kept talking about where these folks work. He made fun of the local casino employees and various other local manufacturing jobs. He works in a large city outside of Oregon, and from my brief conversation with him, thinks he is much better than people in Sheridan. He asked me why I still lived in Sheridan. Perhaps thinking I was like him, better that everyone else around us. I simply said I work in Risk Management at a large Chicago based parking company. Following the standard confused look (the mind trying to wrap itself around: Chicago, Risk Management and Parking) he said "Uh cool". In my mind I said, "yup", but my mouth said "if you will excuse me, I need another water".

People are probably reading this and saying "Tim, you are as rude and snobby as this guy you describe". Perhaps I am.
Speaking of being a snob. Since my dad is on a 99% liquid diet, we decided to hit all the stores in town, to see where the deals where. We went to Winco. This store opened up when I was in college I think. My only experience there ended with me walking out, leaving all of my purchases in the cart at the register when I found out you couldn't pay with a debit/credit card. Cash/check only. This has changed, luckily. I was surprised at home many people in that store were missing teeth, many missing front teeth and others missing a multitude of teeth. I will admit the prices were pretty good though. I can't comment on the quality though.

I asked a gentleman working at Winco if they had the drink Ensure. He confirmed they did, but was perplexed as to the location of this dietary mainstay for my father. Actually his response to my query regarding its location was "Fuck if I know, where theys keep dat shit. Is (pronounced eyes) say to go over to aisle 4B and ask someone over there." as I turn to get my barings and to find where 4B is, I turn back to thank this kind man, and much to my surprise I see him about 50 yards away scurrying away from me. Obviously my question was more than he had hoped for.

We also went to walmart (mostly because we never found the product at Winco). Walmart is always trying for me. It was worse this time, as it was so humid in the store. We had our cart full of Ensure and were making our way through the crowds to check out. My dad, who is usually calm blurted out (god damn, where did all of these fat people come from, and why won't they move?". About 15 seconds later, after we received m MANY stares from the aforementioned fatsos, my dad blurts out "that's why it is so humid in here, all these fat people sweating while they think about the buy one get one almond rocha in their carts". Yeah, I wonder where I get it.

I am tired of mobile blogging now... It has taken us 50 minutes to get to the express way from Mac. I bet it will be another 30 before we hit PDX.

1 comment:

Jennifer said...

Hmmm...I wonder who that self important terd could have been...He and I have issues too so I'm not surprised that he rubed you the wrong way. My god that made me laugh about you and your dad in Walmart. Jackson refers to Walmart and Starbucks as "the devil", he nearly freaks out when he hears a toy that he wants is only available at Walmart.