Recently within the span of two days, I ran into the same reference three different times. It’s starting to be eerily familiar and strangely recurrent.
It started Wednesday. My coworkers and I were joking around in the late afternoon to pass the time away until we can make a getaway home. I made a comment about something. Another coworker immediately says, “That never happens.” A third coworker laughs and said, “Foolish grasshopper!” I laugh. No big deal.
Then yesterday, I went to Maryland, as you know and had my near death experience, quite a trip really. In the trauma clinic where the psychologists were discussing the pediatric patients, at one point, a social worker was rushing out to calm a hysterical mom on the phone and the psychologist quipped, “Run along grasshopper!” Strike Two.
Last night I settled down and rewarded myself with two episodes of Gilmore Girls after successfully completing a translation work I had promised someone at Church. In one of the episodes, what does Lorelai Gilmore say? “Well done, grasshopper!” Strike three.
I’m starting to wonder, as the poet in I heart Huckabee’s what the significance of grasshopper is in my life. Perhaps I need to find a pair of husband and wife existential detectives to find out how this pertains to me on a deeper, more cosmic level. At the very least, is there some sort of show going on right now where it’s grasshopper this and grasshopper that, so everyone is suddenly quipping the same exact reference?
This grasshopper remains confused.
8 comments:
Maybe you should go eat one.
well short of flying to Beijing for all sorts of fried insect snacks, where am i going to get a grasshopper to chomp on?
backyard? Pet store?
i'll eat one if you eat one.
I'm going to make you choke on those words. Fry them up and let's go.
whatever, you're all talk. you are a wimpier eater than I am when it comes to eating strange stuff. the only thing i have a problem with is lamb.
I don't see what the problem with lamb is. It's delicious. But that grass jelly..... that's a different story all together.
viola, i never eat my own kin. it's practically cannibalistic.
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