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Live Paradox

A journeyman’s ramblings: He is no everyman, but one who turns a carefully focused eye on the events of the madcap world around him. He aims to point out what others miss and draw attention to the patterns that exist amongst the chaos. 

Monday, September 29, 2003

4:25 PM -

WAG - More Selected Quotes


Here's another band of comments recorded and subsequently shook out of notebook and memory to be viewed (and possibly enjoyed) by the public.

Enjoy.

[On the constant running of red lights in downtown Kansas City:]
“I’m glad I have a center seat. That means I’ll live that much longer than those of you on the outside.”

[Contemplating the situation faced by the driver who was run off the road by Bus 4, when the bus driver switched lanes without looking:]
“I wouldn’t be pissed about the cones… But I would be pissed about the barrels.”

[A short excerpt – or at least what I can recall - from the game of Red Rover conducted during the impromptu 3-hour hold-over after Bus 1 broke down:]

“Red rover, red rover, send the Fat Man right over!”
“Hold on tight….”
“This isn’t gonna be pretty…”
“Arrgggg!!!!”
[Assorted grunts, groans, and screams as the line is torn asunder.]
[Comment from girl who broke the chain; who recently recovered from a broken foot and wasn’t looking for another hospital stay:]
“There was no way I was going to hold on under THAT.”

[Said by Tuba Teacher Janet before and after she started to play:]
“I’m 30! I’m too old to be playing ‘Duck, duck, goose.’”

[When the Director of Marching Mizzou climbed out of the lead bus and stood in the middle of an intersection, in a suit, blocking traffic so that all 6 buses could get through:]
“That man is a man of many talents.”

We should have painted these buses completely sparkling gold. They’d shine into peoples’ eyes – and cause accidents.
“No wait. We’ve already caused accidents.”

[On one of the most popular t-shirt designs worn by KU fans:]
“If I see one more ‘Muck Fizzou’ shirt, I’m going to….

[Upon fans pushing their way into the band set:]
“Keep the KU fans out.”
[Followed by a multitude of mischievous grins and determined fish clenching]

[More bus trouble:]
“How can be lost on [KU] campus? Why couldn’t we have gone out the way we came?”
“Too easy. That’s what they’re expecting us to do.”

[On the multitude of hills and slopes in the landscape:]
“Do you suppose they made their campus [this way] to look less like… Kansas?”

“The itinerary says we’ll be back in Columbia by 6:30. My watch says it is 6:15 and we are currently [dropping people off] in Kansas City. These last 15 minutes are gonna go by pretty fast.”

[Repeatedly asked comment:]
“Why are we at the side of the road?”

“How the hell are we supposed to get back on the highway?”
“I say let Bus 2 do the ramming and we’ll play clean-up from there.”

[Approaching the weight station:]
“Why are we slowing down?”
“We’re getting weighed.”
“Now before we get weighed, I want you to know I ate A LOT… And they’re gonna want that [change in weight] to be explained.”

[Often asked at the gas station 30 minutes from Columbia:]
“We’re stopping here? Now? Why?"

[Upon finally hitting Columbia City limits:]
“I have never been so happy to see the Pasta House.”

[Summarizing trip expenditures:]
“I think we’ve learned the place to make budget cuts is NOT in the buses.”

[Most common response to the question, “How was your trip?” -]
“Heh heh heh heh. Where to start?”

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