You all know the history, we were friends for 3 years during college, dated for 5 and have been married for a year and a half. So you'd think I'd know my husband pretty well after all that. I can easily interpret his vague comments. For instance, I'll call him at work and ask how he's doing. I can easily decipher the vast difference between "Ok" and "Ok, I guess".
So last night we're having an innocent conversation about how he thinks Connecticut is great even though he's never been there, when he goes, "I want to be a meter maid." Holy good God. Didn't see that one coming. I immediately disclosed that this new career goal and his subsequent reasoning was all going on my blog today.
He told me some story about seeing a meter maid with a giant box attached to him run from meter to meter sucking out the change. My husband theorized that the meter maids probably have a set area they have to empty and when they're finished their day is done, which explains why the meter guy was running. He said he thinks it would be a very low stress job - he's always trying to think of a low stress job.
The fifth thought that came to mind after hearing all this was "does he have a death wish?" I know it's just a bunch of change, but that adds up and you know there are crazy people who would try to rob him. To that he said, "Well, it's not like I'm gonna be a meter maid in Compton." Whew, glad we agree on that.
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I honetly don't know what to say. I' m just going to ignore he said that and say two things. Meter maids catch a lot of grief from people for writing parking tix. It's not exactly stress free.
I've spent quite a bit of time in CT. It's not all prestine lawns and white picket fences. It has its share of rough neighborhoods.
CT is nice. I worked in the picturesque Mystic for a while. But being an East Coaster till about five years ago, I don't see the draw in going back. Just move to NoCal with me!
The meter maid thing is interesting. The idea of strolling down the street, whistling some nice tune, then using that vacuum device sounds appealing. However, is it just me, or doesn't the "maid" part turn off potential guy applicants? It needs a more powerful name, like coin commando or something. Thoughts?
It's a meter maid, not parking enforcement. Two totally different things. The change vacuum is strapped to your waste as you merrily collect coins. What could be stressful about that? Unless someone wants that change so bad they throw you in the back of a van with the change vacuum and take you downtown. UGH, maybe I should re-think this.
I was merrily reading along and all of a sudden I read "I want to be a meter maid". WTF! It's like me saying out of the blue "I want to be a bomb technician!". In all reality I could do it, but why would I want too?
I agree with Melissa. You think you know someone..
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