Friday, March 10

Friday Morning Junk Mile Musings

I took my extended junk miles commute to work today.  It takes me about an hour.  I consider it a "long ride."  It starts by rolling through some south side neighborhoods where people build houses that cost an amount of money than I can't comprehend.  They look more like Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters than a private residence.

Where was I?

Oh yeah, so I spit out of these neighborhoods onto the light rail path on the south end of town and head towards the big buildings.  There's always a lot of people going both directions.  Headed to the train, running, walking, skateboarding, tied to a shitting dog, riding bikes... it's a wonderful thing.  This morning, something dawned on me.  With so many people going opposite directions, why are there not a lot more high-fiving going on?

Back in 2006, Josh the Wonderboy and I were on our way to the Trans Rockies.  We had a long layover in Chicago, and we were killing time riding by the moving walkways.  There was a young guy coming at us on the opposing walkway, and I told Josh to stick out his hand for a high five.  The guy had time to react and enthusiastically reciprocated.  A beautiful and memorable moment.

I was happier than a kid standing out in front of his mobile home on Route 6 throwing the international sign for "blow your horn" at passing semis getting blasted by air horns all day.

I need more high fives in my life.  Not the frat bro thing I witnessed so many times in YSU's Kilcawley Center.  I prefer the slightly more ironic ones that Jesse the Dude would punish you with as he let out a passionate Ric Flair "WOOOOOOOOOO!"  I miss the days when Dude was uptown messengering.  I think George Bush was president then.  I guess I miss him too.

Unrelated, I remember seeing a guy in a gorilla suit carrying a briefcase in the mall when I was in high school.

I said, "Hi, Dad."

"Hi, son," he grunted in return.

I shoulda high-fived him, but these were different times.  Ronald Regan was president, and I didn't know the difference between Republican and Democrat, let alone proper high five etiquette.

I guess that's why I went to college to broaden my horizons.


Dwayne said...

high fives???'s hard enough getting people to just wave out here. And now you want human contact.

dicky said...

Touch me. Touch me now.

I want to feel your high five.

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Anonymous said...

"I like hanging out at sports bars. I'm not interested in sports, but I really like to high-five."
- Demitri Martin