A Poem from Ogden Nash

Living in an apartment building with a common laundry room has its advantages. For one, you never know what books and magazines you'll find in the shelf. These were apparently intended to make the laundry wait more enjoyable. The other day, I found a book titled, "Candy is Dandy - The Best of Ogden Nash". It is a 2 inches bumper volume of 400 of his poems between 1931-1972. Now there is a person with a somewhat strange sense of humor but offers a nice new perspective on things nevertheless. I have this belief that I tend to find books (or maybe they tend to find me) that exactly match my state of mind for that moment. Finding Ogden Nash's book in the laundry room wasn't an exception.

I am currently applying for jobs and trying not to spend my time waiting. Most days I spend wandering around the streets of downtown Victoria, after I drop Julia off at daycare. I ride the bus and hear two women complaining about the presence of so much hidden animal fat in their vegetarian food, I put on my headphones to keep myself from listening. I see a petite teen wearing black skirts, net stockings, handstitched black bag, pierced ears, lips and nose, the sides of her head shaved and the remaining center hair standing 8 inches above her scalp colored purple and blond, I close my eyes to keep myself from staring. I pick up a book displayed outside the bookstore and recieve a hard stare from a woman browsing beside me, am I being rude? I look up and see seomeone from an office high up the glass building looking back at me, maybe we were thinking of the same thing..

MORE ABOUT PEOPLE (Ogden Nash)
When people aren't asking questions
They're making suggestions
And when they're not doing one of those
They're either looking over your shoulder or stepping on your toes
And then as if that weren't enough to annoy you
They employ you.
Anybody at leisure
Incurs everybody's displeasure.
It seems to be very irking
To people at work to see other people not working,
So look at Firestone and Ford and Edison,
And they lecture you till they're out of breath or something
And then if you don't succumb they starve you to death or something.
All of which results in a nasty quirk:
That if you don't want to work you have to work to earn enough money so that you won't have to work.