everyday heroes and crystal lite flavored feet

I am easily amused. Especially when I have been on the move for fourteen hours, am practially brain-dead, have seven more papers to grade and a book to finish reading. Yeah. Not all getting done today, I can assure you. Still, though, I can laugh at the little things. For instance. (Yes, I'm aware that's a sentence fragment. Don't care.)

Everyday Heroes
I noticed a public transit bus trying to get over into the left lane today while it was sitting at the light. That's not normal, so I perked up and paid attention. When the bus moved out of the way, I realized why it had been trying to get over. A new-ish (see, there's that pesky ish again) Ford Explorer was broken down in front of it. And at the precise moment that the bus pulled into the other lane, three guys started pushing the Explorer from behind. It was amusing, because they were all bobbing up and down in rhythm and their steps were tiny, yet they were running. The one on the right kept reaching down to pull up his sweat pants, which were threatening to stay behind on the road. They went around the corner and down the intersecting street, bobbing all the way. At one point, a girl popped out of the passenger side door and sat on the windowsill watching them and laughing--she must have been as amused as I was. These are the everyday heroes for that girl and (undoubtedly) the girl in the driver's seat (and things like this are the reason I will never own a Ford again).

Crystal Lite Flavored Feet
As I was pulling out of the parking garage, trying to get my money out to pay my bill, I noticed yellow chalk all over my purse. I couldn't figure out where it had come from, since I hadn't even been in a room that used chalk today--I taught in the computer lab, which has a whiteboard. Then I noticed it on my bag, on my car seat, and on the console between my front seats. Growing angrier by the second, I tried desperately to figure out where it could have come from. Had it been in the elevator? Had I leaned against it somehow? Was it all over the back of my coat, making me look like a fool? I did my best to wipe the chalk from my purse onto the carpet at my feet (what else could I do?), drove to the grocery store to pick up a few items, and reached into my bag to grab my shoes. When I teach in heels, I usually bring another pair of shoes to walk across campus in, but my extra choice of shoes today was a poor one; instead of being forty degrees when I left campus, it was a chilly thirty-six degrees and my flip flops just weren't doing the trick. It was only then that I realized what the "yellow chalk" was. I had used half a packet of Crystal Lite On-the-Go today (the whole thing is way too much for one bottle of water) and for some odd reason had thrown the open packet into my bag when I left the office. The fine powder coated everything in the bag, including the inside of my shoes. I walked into Hy-Vee with Crystal Lite flavored feet, and I can still smell my feet as I sit here typing this.

Bonus Buy
Here's a bonus amusement. The Comfort Suites hotel right across from my apartment complex recently changed ownership and became a Holiday Inn. They have brand new signs on the hotel and on the side of the road, and a message right under the road sign proudly states, "Welcome. Formally Comfort Suites." I wish I had my digital camera. I've always seen pictures of funny signs, but it's rare to see one on the side of the road where you live!