If I ever forget what region of the country I’m in, I’m reminded of it constantly whether I want to be or not.  Our building owners hosted an ice cream party outside the front of the building yesterday which is a nice gesture they do a few times a year.  They had 2 guitar players for background music and at the time a coworker and I walked outside where everyone was, they both had banjos.  And what were these great musicians playing?  “Dueling Banjos” which, for those of you unfamiliar with the movie ‘Deliverance’, is the creepy song the freak in the Georgia mountains plays (where the movie is filmed) while sitting on his porch. 

Even though it's not the same scene in the movie, when I hear this song all I can think about is Ned Beatty getting ass-raped in the woods by the redneck who tells him to “squeal like a pig.”  So yes, a movie that reminds me of a fat guy getting cornholed in the woods where no one can hear his screams kind of takes me out of the mood for eating ice cream, especially anything with fudge or chocolate.

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On a work-related note, for those of you who bring food into work like me, there are a few handy rules to remember.  One is to always pitch your banana peel in the common trash, not in your cube, unless you want the area to stink.  The same goes if you have something like a tuna can or other pungent food you’re eating at your desk.  The last thing your cubemates need to be reminded of is them feeling as though they’re in the fish section at the local farmer’s market. 

I’m not bringing these issues up because they happened to me; rather I’m the one who brings in bananas and tuna fish periodically.  There was one time a coworker made me laugh out loud when I was having one of those tuna and cracker packages for lunch.  The lunch-sized cans are small and as I was digging into it with my spoon she walked by and saw “Awwww, look, he’s eating cat food.”

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One more thing, and this is parking garage related.  If you are driving the wrong way down an aisle in order to get an open parking spot, don’t expect me to back up to accommodate you.   You are the one driving wrongly, not me, therefore I feel no obligation to help you out by backing up and letting you take the space I was going to drive into.  Back up to the aisle where you came from, drive the right way in the garage and if you don't like it, get bent.