Tuesday, October 12, 2004


So I was driving to the School this morning to drop off 2 of my kids, and when I turned a sharp corner, my coffee spilled. Because I was trying to drive, I shouted, "Grab that!" to my kids. That's when one of them quickly grabbed the cup (which has a lid, but was still spilling) and put it into the cup holder. Upside down.

So then I had a small pool of coffee filling each cup holder.

But that's not the "un-wired-er" part, it just set the tone for what happened next. In my last post I mentioned that most of my current technology is on it's last ragged leg. Well, now I can add my electric razor to that mix. After the coffee incident, I went back to driving...and shaving. (I know that may freak some people out, but I keep my eyes completely on the road while driving and shaving. Fortunately, I've become pretty familiar with my face over the years. Or maybe I should say, "unfortunately." But, I digress.)

Anyway, when I finished shaving, I tried to turn off the razor, but the button was stuck. It would not budge. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz was the constant noise as I tried to turn the silly thing off. Bzzzzzzzzzzzz It just wouldn't stop. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz All right, I get it! I get it! Bzz. It was like a scene from "The Return of the Pink Panther." "Turn off! Turn off! You swine razor!" Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

About 10 minutes later, by some wierd fluke, I tried to turn it off again, and it just went off. "Snap!" and no more buzz.

That's when I glanced in the mirror and noticed that I had missed a spot...


Cassandra said...

So, I'm really bored, Christian is taking a nap, and I decide to read some friends' blogs. I come across this one, and finally get a laugh. Thanks Johnny! It is so ironic how these things happen. So many times before I've felt like I was being told something. You should listen to your bzzzz'ing more often. ;-)

Anonymous said...

Hi, Johnny

You remember me. I was one of the senior computer operators at First Church. Thought this would make you feel better. On one of my frequent business trips, my cell phone rang. I usually position my cell in the storage tray just in front of the drink holder.

As I carefully lifted the phone from the tray, it slipped from my fingers and into a steaming hot cup of coffee.

Now I know there is a lot more to spiritual rebirth than just baptism, but my Nokia is, in its own way, a born again cell phone.

I disassembled this marvelous piece of engineering achievement, taped it across the air conditioner vent after a good old fashioned shaking, and walla, it works like a charm.

I don't know if this technique will help with your razor, but you are welcome to try......

Maxwell House......Good to the Last Drop!