And still The World goes On

"Stop the World and Let me off, I m tired of going round and round,"
Or this one, "Why does the sun go  on shining, Why do these eyes of mine cry? Don't they know its the end of the world?"
"This world is Not my home, I'm just  passing through"



I wonder some days how the world can continue. I drove away this morning with David, standing on the front walk waving me goodbye. (After he had walked me to the car.
 That is a haunting site to think of all day.
A lot of what ifs?
For the last few days I have thought of him and felt like a school girl, wanting to get home to him.
Make sure he is OK. Some days he is not so great. Today was one of those days. His legs hurt so bad he was moaning.
And I worry.
But the World goes on.

Today I failed to fill out my change glove, clean area, temp food chart, I was told about it.
Not like I did not temp or change or clean. That is a constant with me.
However the health dept. could check me out and there I would be, no notations. It was a mistake, wont happen again. However I did serve over 1000 sandwich quarters.
But the world goes on.

At times I had lines of people 10 deep waiting for a sandwich.
Lord, do the people in Redding ever eat at home? Are they starved? You would think so.
At one point I had a lady right by my right arm. It was bugging me. I turned and said, "Am I in your way, Do you need to get to something?'
"NO, I am just checking out what you are doing here."
(Then do not breath down my neck)
I was asked over 50 times, "What is this?"
"Oh heck it is peanut butter sandwiches? Want one?" (of course I would tell them about our product)

I would hear "Yuck" One lady even picked one up to see the peanut butter with jelly.
It was, in fact, pulled chicken with bar-b-Que sauce. So it had a resemblance to PB AND J.
Or" I want to try the pulled Pork"
Me, "it is Chicken"
At one point I was wishing I had a big chicken to stand beside me so no one would ask, "What is this"
I began in a crabby mood, I wanted to say, "CHICKEN!!!  IT IS CHICKEN FOLKS, READ THE SIGN"
BUT I smiled and said, "Chicken" In my sweetest southern accent.
However I loved to say, It is Bar-B-Que chicken with Jack Daniels Best Whiskey, Maybe the Devils cut"
One older gentleman asked about the Jack Daniels whiskey in it.
I told him to eat two quarters then he would be drunk.
He ate two then began staggering, I laughed and laughed. I then said, "You remind me of Foster Brooks"
He asked who was that, I then told him he was an old comedian from the Dean Martin shows.
Suddenly he remembered and laughed.. He had forgotten about him. As he walked away he said,
"Thanks for the Memories"

Brooks  was one of David's favorite comedian's. He burped a lot, that is what I saw.

Which brings up another ponder of mine.
Why do people burp and excuse them selves, People sneeze and we bless them, a person snores we nudge them or literally kicky them out of bed,  when a person picks their nose we frown on that, (hope they do not wipe on the furniture,  but when a person toots, (passes gas, breaks wind, ///ts) We snicker or laugh
Laugh Out Loud!!!!
Or both.
Why is that?
AND THE WORLD GOES ON AND ON.
Blessing, excusing, snickering, picking   and laughing.
These are bodily functions people.

So my pondering is about over for tonight but I am sure I will ponder more tomorrow., You can bet on it, I have lots of universe questions.
I always do, always will, Love to find out WHY>
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