I Don't Trust Pasta

I don't trust pasta...

Have you ever been in a conversation with someone who suddenly says something that completely takes you off your guard and turns your attention no longer to the conversation but to the words that were just said? And you're fixated on them. Meanwhile they have continued on and now you're lost and they have the higher ground in the conversation. It's as if you were racing with them and they suddenly shot out your tires.

One day, a surf buddy and me were driving the PCH when we came up to the Cardiff break. About 400 yards off shore was this massive "barge" (for lack of knowing what it really was) that was dropping rocks. Scratch that. It was dropping boulders! We were thinking maybe they were creating a "reef" or something. We pulled up to some construction workers and asked them what was going on. They looked at us as if they had no time for our questions and one replies with "they're putting in a rip rack(sp?)". We looked at each other with the equaled look of befuddlement and whatthef***wasjustsaidery. By this time the construction worker had returned to doing what he was doing. We shook our heads. Yeah, why not, a rip rack...

Two miles of silence down the road later... "what the f*** is a rip rack?" my friend asked. We both started laughing. We decided that a "rip rack" was like a "snipe" or "red herring", It was bullshit. The guy basically said the most arcane thing he could because he knew we wouldn't-nay-couldn't question it. We began to have a good laugh about it and "rip rack" became part of our vocabulary whenever we wanted to describe something that throws people off of your trail.

A week later, my buddies step dad described in detail to us exactly what a rip rack was. It is a man made object designed to prevent erosion and is constructed in areas of heavy water flow. It is made of individual rocks or boulders. These rocks help to divert the path of the spilling or forced water and creates a bunch of tiny trickle streams.that won't cause erosion. So there you have it.

I don't trust pasta... my proverbial "rip rack" as it diverts odd conversation and prevents me from being eroded by any one's long winded diatribes. Feel free to use it. I don't have a lot of time to kill because I either have to get on a stage to perform, have to leave the venue to get home or wanna toss the diaper that smells god awful out of my hands. As my dad always said, "run the KISS offense" (Keep It Simple, Stupid)