Fun on the BaRou Citysearch
Just before I moved here, we all had a chuckle in one post's comments section (I can't find it now, lay off) because the editor of the Baton Rouge Citysearch page revealed on their home page that french fries dipped in a milkshake were her favorite treat. I suspected this website was an untapped wealth of further amusement, but hadn't explored it further. I turned to that Citysearch on Friday because my trusty old laptop has some mysterious virus that plays the beginning few seconds of Madonna's "Lucky Star" more and more frequently througout the day (for real) and my old machine is now running even slower. I was sposedta inherit the bf's much newer laptop when he got his newest one, but right before we moved, the one I was going to get got knocked to the floor and now the monitor's effed. (That's not it above, but that's what the monitor is doing.) So I wanted to call a computer repair place to see if anything could be done.
At the front and center of the home page, Citysearch has a list called "Popular in Your Neighborhood" and holding it down at the number one spot was a funeral home. I really don't think I'm imagining the morbid undercurrent of this town. And now the editor is on about how bikini season is over so we can all pig out on--what is it we ladies all live for?--CHOCOLATE! What's the next topic going to be? Let me guess: It's the holiday season and you know what that means--SHOPPING! And then, it's the Valentine's season, and that means LOVE, JEWELRY, and MORE CHOCOLATE! And it'll still be three months until bikini season!
So anyway, then I did a search for "computer repair." The first listing I checked out had two user reviews written in the same broken English. Next! The second place, I called [Redacted] Computer Repair and reached a home answering machine of the [Redacted] residence. Next! Because of that, I X'd another business with the phrase "In House" in its name. Finally I called another place and reached a kindly old Southern lady whose voice, I have to admit, was comforting but didn't exactly instill confidence in her technological expertise. She took down my number and said she'd get back to me on Monday, as it takes a while to research the options.
I thought I might have just reached another private residence and she talked to me because she's lonely. Well, I'm kind of lonely too and she sounded really sweet. I hoped she'd call back and maybe share a good pecan pie recipe with me. When she called, she said they had some options and to bring in the laptop when a certain guy was in, and they'd see if they had a fit and would quote me a price, no charge or obligation, then she gave me full directions on how to get there from where I lived. Now, that's the kind of down-home service I like. Not the kind that's actually in some stranger's home.
Labels: GIRL STUFF, Holy Shit We Moved to the Deep South, living the stereotype





7 Comments:
At 9:23 AM,
Anonymous said…
In-home businesses weird me out, too. I'm a songwriter, and I write songs in my home, so I'm totally weirded out by myself. And of course, by the time we record them and start selling them, I've already sung them a bunch of times, so they're partly used songs, too. I mean, what if you went to a tailor for a custom made suit, but when he finished it, he liked it, so he wore it for a few weeks before giving it to you. And then you're in the subway wearing your new suit and you stick your hand in the pocket and there's a note from Trixi, and you don't know who Trixi is. What do you do then?
Fiskum
www.fiskum.com
At 9:24 AM,
Michelle L. said…
French fries dipped in milkshake is an awesome salty-sweet treat! Hang out with us southron-ers and you'll figure out all that stuff. We'll also "learn" you all about gravy!
At 3:07 PM,
The Cajun Boy said…
french fries in a fucking milkshake?!?! holy shit! how can that be appetizing, even in the slightest?
At 3:29 PM,
Jules said…
Um....that Fiskum comment was quite unique!
At 5:33 PM,
Fiskum said…
Hey Jules, I'll take unique. I think my uniqueness has something to do with the water here in Minnesota. Makes every one of us above average in many respects.
I've just decided to try to inviggle Colleen to join my marketing juggernaut. Started out with a plot to send some naked photos of myself, along with my new CD, to Playgirl, her former employer. (Oh the shame. A pitiful cry for attention.) Crapped out. I couldn't find a Confederate flag to pose in front of (Elsewhere Collen suggests that Confederate flags make a good prop.) So, on to stage two, as soon as I find my meds.
Fiskum
www.fiskum.com
PS-maybe check out my site and leave a witty comment?
PPS-I think we're in NJ towards the end of November, but I don't know if we've found a place to play yet.
At 5:57 PM,
ecs said…
I like you, Fiskum, I really do. But you're also sort of creeping me out.
Colleen, don't go into strangers' homes, please.
At 8:53 PM,
Fiskum said…
Hey ecs,
I know exactly what you mean. I used to have a cousin like that once. After she and I got divorced, we still lived in the same trailer park for quite a few years and, well, it was creepy, just like you say.
Fiskum
www.fiskum.com
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