Zoom Colored Glasses

Story #1

Every time we go to this one stooooopid shopping center, I always bemoan how crappily designed the parking lot is. All the lanes are 2 feet wide and the fast food places have drive through exits that are impossible to exit out of. Couple that with the constant influx of 1968 Lincoln Continental driving Matlock fans and screaming hordes of Cadillac/Range Rover/Suburban/Lincoln/ H.M.S. Titanic SUV driving clueless soccer moms, and you start to see why the grumble rears it's head.

During my last tirade, Zoom calmly turns to me and says with no segueway or introduction, "You know, the only perfectly designed parking lots are freeways".

Story #2

It was tough morning. Zoom does not like to get out of bed on any morning, but getting up for work is the worst. She'll squirm and fight. She'll throw things at me and move away as I come to wake her up. She comes up with a new aversion almost everyday.

Today she could not wake up. We both are not morning people and often can only let out grunts and single syllables before we totally wake up. Today was a banner day in Zoom's struggle to cope with the morning. She was grumbling and pouting and fighting the wake up. Her level of single syllables appexed as we drove into the parking structure at work.

Perhaps inspired by being so close to where the orchestra plays, I turn to her and say, "Wow Zoom, that's quite a symphony of grunts you're working out today".