Talkin' bout Cathy

When Cathy and I were youngish, back in the Wild American West, She coined the phrase "married mother of three." This was used to describe a ourselves on days when we appeared somewhat matronly. You know, fat-days where we were tired and had recently used hot rollers.
Now, of course, I know that married mothers of three would never use hot rollers, they would wear a ponytail. Cathy used to exagerate for effect. She would also use the number 20, 000 rather than say "a lot." As in, "there were Twenty thousand people at the Jack-in-the-box drive thru window." I still use this colorful communication tool.
We used to support Jack-in-the-box on a regular basis. One day, we stopped at three different locations on our way through San Jose. The main purpose for Jack0in-the-box was to support our debilitating Diet Coke Addiction.
Ah, those were the days.
I was in college, (some days) and Cathy was working for City Team.
San Jose, California is a lovely city with some rough spots. Once, we woke up in the morning at Cathy's house and found that 20,000 gangsters had shot out the window of her rommmate's car. Either that, or someone had broken the window. It was very exciting. For a moment, we were living in the danger zone. Boise, Idaho is different. You don't often get that rush of adreniline like you do with a good inner city crime wave.
There was that one time where we ran out to rent a movie, but the off ramp to the freeway was closed due to the large number of armed police officers surrounding the man face down in the center of the pavement. That was interesting.
See, all my stories are from days gone by. And Cathy was in a fair number of them. She's a hoot; You should meet her. She's a married mother of three for real, now. Actually, 20,000 of my friends are.