| Thursday, January 26, 2006 |
| thicker than water |
Yesterday, an email plunked into my inbox that was a little unusual. It was from my brother, and he was actually asking for my help. My brother is five years my senior, so I'm pretty much used to asking him for help. Bro, can you help me scrub the red Kool-Aid out of the carpet before mom gets home and rings my neck? Bro, can you teach me how to drive a stick shift? Bro, can you help me with my Strengths homework? Bro, can you let me study for finals over at your place because some idiot just called in a bomb threat to campus? That's no lie. It actually happened my freshman year. Idiots.
So the email in my inbox was asking a HUGE favor. It used statements such as "I owe you" and "thanks a million" and "if you screw it up, I'll never talk to you again."
Hey, old habits die hard.
If ever been to Oklahoma, there's something you probably notice when you drive through. No, it's not just the unceasing and unappealing flat terrain. It's the condition of our roads and bridges. Guess what my brother does? He designs bridges.
So my brother's company is bidding a project, and they need a picture of a bridge they designed here in town. My brother's specific directions included the sentence, "It's the one right next to the tittie bar."
Okay, I lied. He didn't say it that way, but when somebody says the name of such an establishment in your neck of the woods, that's the first thing that crosses your mind, isn't it?
So my mission, if I were to accept it, was to take a picture of my brother's bridge for his presentation on Monday. He didn't have to say it, but I knew that my mission included one giant clause.
Do not take a picture of the bridge AND the tittie bar in the same frame.
I enlisted my best friend, Joolee, in the cause. She stopped by the mall to pick up some Chick-fil-A and met me at the Home Depot. The bridge was visible from the parking lot, and we discussed our plan of attack as we ate our chikun.
Crayonz: "Okay, so you drive real slow up to the bridge, and then I'll poke out through the moon roof and snap away? Sound good?"
Joolee: "Crayonz, are we photographing this bridge or stalking it?"
Hmm, she had a point. Well, it turned out to be a lot easier than I first guessed, and I accomplished my mission.
I took 122 photos of a bridge...that doesn't even move. I think that's a world record.
But the best part of this whole experience was my older brother saying "he owed me." He also said he needed it was so that he could continue putting food on my nephew's plate, so he pretty much guilted me into doing it any way.
Little feller's gotta eat, you know. |
| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 1/26/2006 |
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