Who doesn’t like blue? It’s the color of the sky on a summer’s day. It’s the color of a perfect little nest of robin’s eggs in the spring. It’s the color of the ocean in a lovely daydream. It’s the color of a little Tiffany’s box on particularly fortunate days. It’s the color of…
Here’s something I didn’t notice before.
It seems that blue is also the color of the toilet that my neighbor has decided to rip out of one of their bathrooms and lay half in and half out of a big black garbage bag and place along the side of their house that faces ours. This is not a pretty picture. Not at all.
I guess that blue is also the color of a common toilet bowl. Toilet bowl blue resting placidly in a suburban green yard. That just stinks.
Don’t you just love neighbors?
No matter. I got on a plane to Atlanta for business this week. Up into the big blue sky and back down again. Things would get better with the color blue once in Atlanta.
I will not let the blue toilet that is almost in my yard ruin my love of blue. No, not I. I still like the color blue. I do. I like it very much. Even if there is a big blue toilet suddenly perched right on the edge of my Suburban Island like a misplaced half bath.
Transplanted for a few days to the great city of Atlanta, I decided to give blue another chance. I went to the Atlanta office in one of my best suits – Tiffany blue - and I wore the prettiest blue and cream spectator pumps you have probably every seen. I know you would tell me so if you saw them. I am sure you would say that I was a vision in blue if only you spied me walking around Atlanta trying to find a Starbucks or Caribou. I was feeling pretty good about myself and the color blue (after I found my coffee). I knew blue wouldn’t let me down in the end. That toilet bowl thing was just a fluke.
Upon arriving at the office, a colleague eyed me up and down in my blue suit and gleefully told me she had one just like it. Imagine that. She said – Yes, I think it’s the exact same suit.
I had a feeling that this conversation was going to go downhill fast. I am already getting annoyed and she has barely even begun to embellish her saga of the same suit. Let me tell you that this is a woman that has quite different taste in attire than I and just about everything else in life as well. I find it improbable that she has the exact same suit but I would be willing to accept her thesis if only she would stop talking about the blue suits. Yet, she goes on.
Yes, I’m really sure I have that suit. I got it on sale. I got it for $45 on sale. Yeah, $45 on sale.
Don’t you just love co-workers?
I assured her that I did not get my suit on sale for $45. She looked at me in my blue suit and said – oh, yeah, well the buttons are different on mine. Maybe it’s not the same.
You bet your damn buttons it’s not the same suit, babe. Blue didn't feel the same for the rest of the day.
Today, was another chance for the color blue to prevail. I am finally done with work and took a day off to hang around with my best pal who lives outside Atlanta. We decide to go to the new Aquarium. When we arrive, we park on the blue level - Level 3 – and we both note that the posts are painted Tiffany blue. Inside we see a glorious array of fish and plenty of blue water. It is true that a large Beluga Whale we were admiring did take a major dump in his perfect blue tank - talk about a big blue toilet - while were were just standing there minding our own business. Aside from that, however, so far, so good. We walk outside and the sky is bright blue and full of Atlanta sunshine. The color blue made it though the day without further incident.
Looks like three times is the charm. Blue is back in my good graces. I knew things were going to be okay again between me and the color blue.
And the toilet bowl? Well, I understand that it's still there but, on the bright side, at least it is a particularly lovely shade of blue.