no sweat
Ooze Ease
Gotta ease this ooze,
put the apple back on tree,
walk in my own shoes,
journey on to better be,
disavow civilized blues.
– Smith, 1.22.2015
Trying to enter the Justice Center couple nights ago to attend the City Council meeting, the security guard asked me to sign-in and show foto ID. I went through every paper in my wallet twice – nada. Glanced at the guard, “What now?” He looked disgusted, “Just go on in.” I nodded at the metal detector and said, “I’ll probably set that off.” (I have a metal hip, metal shoulder). He seemed tired, “Go around.” I never did sign in, so either security is somewhat lax or I look harmless.
This morning I went back to the last two places I remember showing my license. The second was the Department of Motor Vehicles. Walked in with “Either I left my license here three weeks ago, or I’m applying for a new one.” They said no, if you had left it, we’d have called you, then checked to be sure — and handed me back my license. Saved $26. They had another half dozen licenses in the drawer . . . they handle so many people there’s bound to be glitches.
Heck, human = glitches . . . emotional, mental, moral, physical, as in my life I daily prove.
well, which is it?