Love that line on your postings from National Lampoon, G.E.
Friend of mine had the dream job. Went to Japan for a year or two and taught Japanese folks who ALREADY knew English how to speak Canadian..so when they came here, they would know what 'maple syrup' and 'poogie' meant, and wouldn't go up to a motorcycle gang member and slap him on the back and point to his cycle and say:'Cool pig..'
Anyway, he's walking with me through the mall a DAY before the big event, and he's doing a Perry Como at SeaWorld special stroll. And he tells me it's 'nice to be back to a quiet Canadian Christmas'.
So I take his head between my hands say;"This is total chaos. The old women are hitting one another for that last tie..the child over there is almost ready to be killed by it's older sister..this is a blood sport. Tell me what it compares to in Japan."
And with a Dean Martin look of total inner peace, he blinked lanquidly and said:"This would be Sunday afternoon. Nothing to do, and nowhere to do it in.."
And I let his face go and said;"Oh..."
And ever since then, when folks tell me they GET A RUSH doing this, I think back to this cat that used to plop down on the highway in this small town out side of the city. It would lay on the yellow line in the summer because the pavement would be warm in the morning, and WATCH as folks would swerve to avoid hitting it. Did this for a decade, the owner tells me. Is still alive.
But isn't there an EASIER way to get thrills???
Run run Rudolph, Santa's got to make it on time..