Down On Ferry Farm

The alarm clock blared and jolted Sarah from her sleep. She went through her normal morning routine hoping to leave the apartment around 8:30 to make the office by 9:00. As she left her house, she tripped over the last box of mysterious letters she had recently received. “When you’re needed, you’ll see the red sign” She rolled her eyes, kicked the box back into place and hastily left her apartment. “A month they’ve been coming” she said to herself “and still no answer why…” She had a fairly normal work day and was driving home when she realized she needed to pick up some groceries. When she walked in the store she noticed that it was particularly empty for this time of night. She pulled a cart and began her shopping. “This is pretty nice, shopping along like this” she thought. She finished getting her items and walked up to the checkout line, placing her items on the conveyer belt. She looked around and saw no one. “Hello…?” she called out. Just then the manager popped his head up from

Here’s the basic weekend wrap-up: Friday – I was supposed to go out for drinks with ‘the gang’ at work but I wasn’t feeling right. It was raining a bit and I was feeling a bit nauseous. I’m not sure if those two things are related. Anyway, I stayed incognito. Saturday – My sister works for the company that sponsors a wine festival so she puts me on the ‘will call’ list. It’s nice: I walk up, give them my name and they hand me a wine glass and put a paper label around my wrist. I then walk to their roped-off area (they call them ‘chalets’) and give them my name again. I get another paper label around my wrist and all is well with the world. These Chalets have their own food and wine so there’s really no reason to go anywhere else. They have their own TV, a couch and an upscale port-o-let. Nice. It was me and my niece to begin with and my sister joined us later in the day. The weather did not cooperate at all. It was windy, overcast and, at time, raining. There we

[Pre Date] Despite the advice I was given by Superman, I’m just going to ‘wing it’ at my date tonight. The only down side to these things is that I don’t feel like I’m learning anything about myself – I’m not getting the answer to the question: what am I doing wrong? Before my last date I asked the ‘advisor’ if I could get some feedback. She said immediately “that’s confidential” I told her “I don’t need to know WHO said what, I’d just like to know generally what I’m doing wrong”. She backed way off and just told me she couldn’t divulge that information. Then how am I supposed to learn? How will I ever get better? If there’s something fundamentally wrong that needs to be fixed, why wouldn’t you tell me that? I think it boils down to what women are looking for. They want a guy who looks good, drives a cool car, has a better than average paying job and who doesn’t have much (or any) baggage. Wow, I just totally shot myself in the foot – I’m not any of these. [Post Date] We met at “Don’s

Well, another date has come and gone. “Jane” and I met at an upscale Italian place in town. I was there very early because it’s right down the street from where I work. It took me a total of 4 minutes to get there. I tried to drive slowly but I just couldn’t get there any later. So I sat in the dining room – by myself – for about half an hour. It’s a really nice place but they have hard wooden chairs that are not comfortable after about 15 minutes. I know it’s by design (to move people along) but it didn’t make my wait very much fun. The soundtrack they pumped in was a lot of fun – old Big Band music from the 30’s and 40’s. Well, I like it anyway. So around 6:30 (our appointed time) she bounds in and sits down at the table. She’s tall (6 foot – nice!) with long blond hair (I was told brown, what is wrong with these people?) and a nice figure. If I could spec out a woman for myself, this is pretty much where I’d go. (see picture at left) This time, I can tell almost immediately she’s no