I just want yaâ€™ll to know that this is going to be kind of a weird post soâ€¦umâ€¦itâ€™s just going to be weird. I will divulge something about myself that I donâ€™t think that even Geoff, my husband, knows. Well, he probably knows, whenever Geoffâ€™s around I tend to barf out whatever thoughts are in my head. Iâ€™d just like to think I had enough dignity to keep this to myself. Until now!
Here goesâ€¦ I often daydream about how I would survive if I were suddenly transported back in time. Is that as weird as I think it is? Iâ€™ve given it a lot of thought and one of the conclusions that Iâ€™ve come to is; it depends on what time period I went back to. Usually I think I would be able to hit the big time because of all the â€œfuture knowledgeâ€ roaming around in my brain.
One thing is for sure, I could never make it rich by using my vast knowledge of sports stats to bet on winning sports teams of the past, like that dude on â€œBack to the Futureâ€. I know absolutely nothing about sports except that the White Sox in 1919 threw the World Series. It was the White Sox right? I suppose I could start studying and memorizing sports stats on the chance that I could be thrust back in time. Do you think it would be worth it?
Something I thought might really be worth knowing is how to make a zipper from scratch. All of these old timey folks would be spending hours buttoning or lacing themselves up, feeling nothing but resentment towards their coarse and primitive clothing. Then one day I would ride up in my covered wagon with â€œBehold the Wonders of the Zipper!â€ painted on the sides. Everyone would stumble over themselves trying to get their hands on a little bit of that zipper salvation. Iâ€™d be rich!
Ok, in reality I would probably be under suspicion for witchcraft the second I popped into town. Theyâ€™d take one look at my strange jeans and my odd clothing and know that something funky was going on. Or, if I were lucky enough to steal the clothes off someoneâ€™s clothing line and eventually get myself buttoned up I would still be up a creek because of my cluelessness about the local customs.
Maybe I would get a job at the local hotel making head cheese or something. No, that wouldnâ€™t work out either. I would show up to my first day at work in the hotel kitchens and Cookey would yell at me, â€œGo make the head cheese!â€
I would look at Cookey with a confused look on my face and say, â€œMake the what?!â€ I probably wouldnâ€™t last long in the kitchens, before I knew it Iâ€™d be on chamber pot duty. Eventually Iâ€™d end up as the beggar lady on the front steps of the hotel rattling my speckled camp mug at passersby shouting, â€œTuppens! Tuppens!â€ while thinking longingly of the good olâ€™days of 2008.
So, what would you do to survive an unexpected trip back in time?