Function over Form or Mon-chi-chi

Some times function is way more important than form. But, do you ever wonder exactly what you look like in those situations? I saw a picture of my nephew today. He was dressed to get bad guys and hunt bears. Clearly in such a case function trumps form.

This weekend, I cut up leaves in our yard and it was cold. Not just cold by southern standards, but cold for a November day anywhere. The ground was frozen, the lawn mower was sliding around, my hands got numb. Much like hunting bears and getting bad guys, function is way more important than form in such cases. So, I had layer upon layer including earphones, golf gloves and a big heavy brown sweat shirt. I had the top of the sweat shirt pulled over my head so that I could barely see out of it. For two hours, I had nothing to do but listen to an assortment of Christian, rap, country and southern rock...and wonder exactly what I looked like to people passing by.

I have to believe I looked like a Mon-chi-chi. Remember those? Oh so soft and cuddly? But, it must not have been a happy Mon-chi-chi. The mail lady stopped by with a package. As she set up at the mail box, I waived at her letting her know I would come and get it. She ignored me, or perhaps with the golf gloves she thought I was playing through. But then she drove by me, and I flagged her again. She uncomfortably avoided eye contact. She drove all the way down our driveway and dropped the package at our door (its a long driveway). When she started backing up, I wanted to let her know she could turn around in our yard. As I drove toward her she sped up, even catching a little wheel on the way out. Oh well, such is the cost on such occasions that function is indeed more important than form.