Anna's Bloviations

Credit Where Credit is Due. I maintain it was it was my brilliant idea to substitute a spring-break trip to Mexico for a spring-break wisdom teeth extraction that did it. Hubby says it was the countless supportive phone calls he made throughout the semester to the college-floundering son. Suffice to say the son seems to have pulled himself out of a deep, beer-stinking academic hole smelling like roses. Good for him. He has exactly one weekend to enjoy his success and I'll even pitch in for a six-pack of Corona to celebrate. But on Monday he finds a job or it's appendix-out.com for him. ... If he is lucky he'll get the same job he had last year processing licenses at the car registry. Otherwise there is another job available which a friend just told me about -- one that pays a dream hourly wage if you don't mind grueling manual labor alongside a freeway. Oh but do my eyes light up when I think of him doing this. Gosh, when did I become so...cruel, and how could I perhaps capitalize on this aptitude of mine to think up deliciously horrid punishments for stupid teenagers?

Reminder of a Registry Anecdote. The son does occasionally have his endearing moments. Last summer the son's job at the registry mostly included processing new driver's licenses for green-behind-the-ears sixteen-year-olds. Or for little old ladies and men whose driver's licenses really should have been taken away a long time ago. One day an attractive middle-aged woman stepped up to the counter. Typing in the social security number the woman gave him, the son was stymied by what seemed to be a major discrepancy. He typed in the number again. Same outcome. And one more time to be sure. Again same outcome. Without missing a raised-by-a-San-Francisco-mom beat, he turned to the woman who used to be a man, smiled, and asked in his most professional voice, "You'll be wanting a new photo taken?"