Then in my aloof teenage years, references to gritting passed me by as the minutiae of tedium indused lives.
Last night, I became my parents. I noticed the gritter out on the road. I turned to my housemate and went 'ooooh, they're gritting...' and trailed the comment off. The trail off is a coda for 'This is shocking news. It will be cold tonight, so the car will be hard to start tomorrow morning. The windows will need to be de-iced. The roads will be slippy. This is bad news indeed.'
I found this worrying as I don't have a car. I just assumed the symbolic mandate of my parents, and gritting was something I suddenly had an opinion on. And it was bad, as cold snaps are not good since society breaks down, anarchy is unleashed etc. Oh dear. I ph34r I have crossed a rubicon.
― Dave B (daveb), Wednesday, 18 December 2002 10:47 (twenty-two years ago)
― ron (ron), Wednesday, 18 December 2002 15:48 (twenty-two years ago)
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 18 December 2002 16:03 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 18 December 2002 16:11 (twenty-two years ago)
Dang - It wasn't dropped in apropos of nothing; there was a quiet lull in conversation when I noticed the gritter and pointed this out. He didn't look at me as if I were a mentalist, because my comment has implications for the weather which is intuitively understood by all true born Englishmen.
― Dave B (daveb), Wednesday, 18 December 2002 16:24 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 18 December 2002 16:39 (twenty-two years ago)
― Dave B (daveb), Wednesday, 18 December 2002 16:42 (twenty-two years ago)
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Wednesday, 18 December 2002 16:42 (twenty-two years ago)
― Dave B (daveb), Wednesday, 18 December 2002 16:46 (twenty-two years ago)