if spanish were my native tongue and if i decided to refer to myself in the 3rd person i would be ‘el mo’.
elmo.
like the sesame street character who lives in the back of a new york city taxi cab.
speaking of which, when are they going to change the pre-recorded greetings in new york city taxis? they’ve had the same greetings for 2 or 3 years now. and if i get into another taxi and hear ‘elmo’s here to say buckle up!’ i’m going to go postal and tear my hair out.
oh, that’s right. i don’t have any hair. my going postal will have to manifest itself in other ways then. but they do need to change those annoying greetings.
yup: impending war in iraq, crisis at nato, nuclear brinkmanship in north korea and iran, terrorist alerts in the uk and usa…and i’m worried about annoying pre-recorded greetings in the back of new york taxis. my priorities might be a bit screwed up. or maybe i’m just exhausted by worrying about things that are completely outside of my control. and worrying about that annoying pre-recorded elmo thingy in nyc taxis is kind of comforting, as far as worry is concerned.
small, provincial and parochial worry, as opposed to big, global worry.
i prefer the former.
sincerely,
el mo
