Thursday, June 21, 2012

The Clouds Did Look Promising

Yes, I rode to work today.

And, the forecasters were calling out a 40% chance of rain after 9am.

The clouds did look promising.

Early in the work day I had cause to visit another department. There was a cake on one of the desks. On the cake was written in bold orange frosting: "Happy Birthday Cheryl". While I was there a manager walked through. He looked at the cake and said, "Oh, whose birthday is it?" A co-worker and I looked at each other and said nearly in unison, "Cheryl's." I'm happy to report neither of us added, "Duh." I took this little episode as a gentle reminder of how short the supply of situational awareness is. If a person can look directly at a birthday cake and miss the person's name whose birthday it is, how can it be a surprise that people overlook motorcycles in broad daylight? I'd like to think if this manager had been driving he'd of been paying closer attention, but I have to wonder.

Later on in the day, on my way back from lunch another manager, the Harley rider who has turned up in this journal before, said to me, "So, you gambled today did you?"

"How's that?" I responded.

"You rode today. You gambled it wouldn't rain."

"No, I didn't gamble," I said, "I brought raingear."

He's response? "That's what I said, you gambled."

"You know the last time I drove my car to work..." He interrupted me before I could finish and said to me, "It didn't rain."  "No," I said, "That's not what I was going to say. I was going to say the last time I drove my car to work was January 17th."

"Well," he said, "I hope you luck out today."

I'm happy to report I didn't add, "Whatever."

It never did rain today and by home ride time it was sunny. We really need rain. Being lucky for me today would have been riding home in a nice gentle downpour.
  • 78F/26C and mostly cloudy for the ride to work.
  • 83F/28C with some clouds, but plenty of sunshine for the home ride.


  1. Some conversations with non-riders are so weird...

    1. They can be even weirder with folks who fancy themselves riders. Riding means almost completely different things to him and me. Oh well.

  2. Some people just try to be clever and funny when they would be better off being direct and simply pleasant. We all fail at being clever sometimes...and I think Mr. Harley is one of those people who has to be THE clever one!

    But the manager, well, I'm just glad I'm not married to him. Poor Cheryl. I'm sure he has no clue who she is, either!

    I'd find that guy's car and remember the plate and stay clear of him!

    1. Martha,
      I think you are spot on about Mr. Harley. He wants to be the clever one and isn't. Sadly, years and years of drinking heavily hasn't helped with his clever quotient.

      I hear the cake was good and I suspect Cheryl would be happy if the manager had no clue who she is.

  3. I think I would have responded to you luck out today with; DUH!