{"id":1691,"date":"2014-09-15T15:10:19","date_gmt":"2014-09-15T15:10:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/?p=1691"},"modified":"2014-09-15T15:10:19","modified_gmt":"2014-09-15T15:10:19","slug":"fracture-participant-hunter-subversive","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/2014\/09\/15\/fracture-participant-hunter-subversive\/","title":{"rendered":"fracture?, participant, hunter, subversive"},"content":{"rendered":"
A couple of weeks ago, I managed to hurt my foot. The top of my foot, actually. \u00a0I was mystified how I did it – I mean, if it was the bottom of my foot that would be easy. \u00a0But it’s not like I walk around on the tops of my feet. \u00a0How would that even work? \u00a0And I didn’t drop anything on.<\/div>\n
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One of my co-workers suggested that I may have gotten a stress fracture from running. \u00a0And that I’m getting old. \u00a0Smart ass.<\/div>\n
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It only hurts when my shoes press against it or when, you know, I have feet. \u00a0So, all the time. \u00a0Not majorly, just enough to be annoying. \u00a0Last week, I wore my black crocs to work. \u00a0No one commented on them, but I thought that they looked enough like clown shoes that I should have just painted them red and been done with it.<\/div>\n
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It hasn’t slowed me down and it’s better today, but I think my running career is never going to get off the ground.<\/div>\n
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Yesterday afternoon, my neighbor and I worked on our shared brick driveway – clearing weeds with a pair of dueling trimmers. \u00a0He commented while we worked that he won an Akron Beautiful award for the work he’d done on his front yard. \u00a0I’m doing good if I can keep my yard mowed and I expect my “Participant” trophy should show up any day.<\/div>\n
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Since it was nice and cool this weekend, I had the windows open both upstairs and down. \u00a0Thunder(cat) loves days like that – he runs from room to room and window to window -tracking his prey. \u00a0I was coming downstairs and he charged past me with barely a glance on his way to the next window. \u00a0I interpreted that glance to mean, “Get out of the way, human!”<\/div>\n
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Later, I was sitting on the couch while his tail sliced through the air intently, his steely gaze on some unsuspecting bird outside. \u00a0I called his name to get his attention and he glared at me as if to say, “Shut. UP.”<\/div>\n
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And those of you that might say I am projecting – I would remind you that this is a cat we’re talking about and they are 98% attitude. \u00a0The other 2% may be poop.<\/div>\n
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At Donato’s yesterday, I was armed with a outlet cover and a screw-driver.<\/div>\n
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Which is pretty odd set of things to have with me – but this was very much on purpose. \u00a0One of the booths at this Donato’s has an open outlet box – I’m guessing it was a phone jack at one point based on the wires hanging out – and that has been open for as long as we’ve been going there.<\/div>\n
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It bothered me.<\/div>\n
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So much that after a previous visit, I went out and bought a blank cover and put that and a small screw-driver in my car. \u00a0 \u00a0So I’d be ready.<\/div>\n
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On this visit, I waited until the pizza had been ordered and the drinks brought over. \u00a0As soon as the server left, I had the cover out and the screwdriver at the ready. \u00a0It felt like it took forever, but I guess only maybe a minute or two passed. \u00a0By the time the server came back with pizza, the deed had been done and the outlet box was safely covered.<\/div>\n
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I suppose I could have just reported it to a server and had the manager repair it – but where’s the fun in that? \u00a0 \u00a0Instead, I created a mystery. \u00a0When someone that works there finally notices it, no one is going to have any idea who did it.<\/div>\n
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Just call it reverse vandalism.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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