These "spinner" things are all the rage now. I just don't know how the Universe existed before these things, and I totally don't understand their
popularity. I mean, what gives? They spin around...big deal. What do you do with them after the 1st five minutes??? I mean, C'mon!
So, the other day I'm in Walgreens, and I see this sign in big bold letters which says "Spinners back in stock!!!"
. (I'd gone in there for
some "important" stuff like some Twizzlers and this week's National Enquirer). I look down and I see this big box of all these spinners next to the
counter. They were only a couple bucks so I grabbed one just to see what they are all about. I couldn't try it out in the store because they were
all in a package, so I had to wait to get back to the car to try it out.
Wow...big whoop, it spins around...big freaking deal.
About an hour later I finally managed to start the car, in between spins, still in the Walgreen's parking lot. It was about as hot as the surface of
the Sun inside the car by then, in the blazing sun with no air on. I mean it would have been simple enough just to start the car earlier, but
NOooooo! This was on Friday afternoon, after a 6 hour drive up to Wyoming. I eventually made it to the hotel I was staying at, not sure how, I don't
remember much of the drive. "Checking in kind of late aren't you??" the clerk at the front desk said. "Yeah, whatever; just tell me what room
number, huh?" I was in room #222, not far from the front desk...good! At one point I put the spinner thing down, telling myself
"I...must...stop...doing...this...spinner...thing!!" That's about the time I noticed you can actually spin these things on the table.
I think it was sometime Sunday morning (it might have been afternoon, I don't know) I realized I was pretty hungry...not having eaten, slept or
showered for like 46 hours or something. I hadn't seen the light of day for nearly two days at this point, just hunkered down in room #222, "chasing
the tiger" like some junkie on a spinner binge. Maybe when I hit my head on the underside of the bathroom counter it knocked some sense into me, I
don't know. I had a moment to take in my sorry situation (in between spins of course), huddled under the bathroom counter spinning away on the tile
floor. I'm not really sure how (or when) I made it back from Wyoming. I vaguely remember hanging out in some seedy truck stop somewhere for a while,
trying to figure out how to make the spinner work on the dash. I think I left my credit card stuck in the pump because it seems to be missing now...I
think...oh wait, time to spin again!
I've decided I really don't feel like going to work anymore, who needs a stinking job when there's spinners to be spun. I can now pretty much surf
Amazon seeking out new and better spinners in between spins...I've gotten just that good! I think my wife may have left me, not sure, don't care. I
think I used to own some cattle once; I wonder what ever happened to them...ah, don't care.
Did you know, some of the really good spinners come with ceramic rather than steel bearings????
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