2 Minutes in Heaven...

I don't know why I chose a somewhat "inappropriate" title, but I suppose it will get some attention for an unrelated post. I feel bad not contributing my "curried" thoughts to the blog recently, but unlike rishb I don't reveal anything too personal about myself at work so my post wouldn't have been that intriguing. I recall that the spamming topic started because of my rant to rishb about a phone scandal, but it's too late to post something on that topic too. What's going on in my life that will spark a 2 minute story...about heaven? Well, I do love to laugh... so for those that know me pretty well, or even random strangers probably know that I have occasional "laugh attacks." It's a condition that is triggered by completely random things that happen in every day life, but I suppose it keeps me looking young.

The most recent incident occurred after I had my Impala checked for fluids and tire pressure. Standard procedure right? Well...this time was a bit different. I went to our local Jiffy Lube and asked the boys to do a quick check up before I jumped on to the freeway. They opened the hood, checked the oil, and filled up more wiper fluid. After that, one of the mechanics put his gloves on and and started cleaning some stuff out of my hood. I assumed it might have been leaves so I was half paying attention to what he was cleaning out. One of the mechanics that was helping him said, "There's a lot of chicken wings in here." I didn't know he was talking to me, but I looked up and noticed that he had two fists full of bones and skin. I looked at the guy who said this and he didn't say anything else so it was even more confusing. They closed the hood, and the third mechanic said I'm all set so they opened the garage door and I left. In my confusion and curiosity, I pulled over and opened the hood. To my surprise, I found potato wedges, chicken skin, and bits of cat food on top of my engine. Chuckling to myself I cleaned out the rest of the food pieces and called my mom to tell this story. At first I assumed some drunk wolverines opened up my hood and stuffed this food in some form of drunken protest because of my MSU license plate. When I told her about the food, all she had to say was,

"Oh right, your dad and I have been eating a lot of chicken wings and potatoes recently."

"WTF...what do you mean? You guys put the food in there?"

"No no...maybe mice or some kind of animal was eating in your car because you kept it in the garage for a couple of days right?"

"Ohh...right. Ok haha see ya."

After hanging up the phone I was thinking about how ridiculous it was and just had to tell someone so I called up rishb. As I was telling him the story I realized even more how ridiculous the story was. And so started the attack...

"I have to tell you a funny story"
"Ok cool"
"I went to get my tire pressure checked and...haha, and there were chicken wings...!!...on the engine"
"What?"
"Yeahh...hahha, the mechanic pulled out some wings...hahahahhh"

And the conversation really went no where so I had to hang up. It really isn't that funny of a story, but the lesson of the day to take home is to check under your hood in the winter because the mice like the warmth of the engine while gobbling chicken and potato wedges.