I’m out on a massive, long, sweaty bike ride so I stopped in to a smelly - literally, it smells like a sewer for some reason - internet cafe to take a wee break. It’s kinda a weird place…
Just before I came here I stopped for an Egg Nogg Latte across the street. Large. As soon as I left the coffee shop and grabbed my bike I dropped the latte and it spilled all over me, my bike, someone’s car and the ground. The car owner just happened to be standing right there and saw the whole thing….he assured me that I would get a free coffee if I went right back in - true - and all he asked for was a couple of napkins, even after I offered to give him $ to go to a car wash. I kinda wished he’d taken the car wash deal, since it closey resembles the ’send your dry-cleaning bill to me’ scenario in movies when someone spills something on a stranger’s shirt or other article of clothing…and for some reason I like that line and have yet to use it. I wasn’t quick/smooth enough to offer the coffee splattered car owner a line like ’send your car wash bill to me’…so maybe one day.
Anyway, just a quick Merry Christmas to everybody - and by everybody I mean the spammers who may or may not read this shit.
Oh. And the reason my posts have bad grammer, punctuation and sometimes content is because I don’t re-read (or ‘proof read’ as they say in the biz) most of what I write because I do everything fast and try not to second guess eveything. Usually, by the time I’ve written anything - like right about now - I have changed my mind and mood about what to say….
Like, I could start telling you about some kid/young man who just asked me ‘do I seem high?’…and I said ’sure’ and he said that he was just in the parking lot (right in front of us, I am sitting facing the window looking out) and the security/parking attendent asked him if a certain Cadillac SUV parked in a non-parking space was his. Since it wasn’t, kid replied ‘no’ and the attendent said ‘are you sure?’ and once again ‘no’…
Then the kid/young man asked me, ‘can you see me in that car?’ pointing to the Cadillac. And I said,’totally, why not?’….and he told me that for some reason this made him feel good since he didn’t even have a car. Then he was grinning. Then he swung his mind around to the point of view that cars don’t matter, and he told me ‘Man makes cars, cars do not make the Man’…and I said, ‘you’re totally right’…
And the whole time, the kid didn’t notice for a second the chaotic, at-it’s boiling-point, parking lot situation playing out in front of our very eyes. Caused soley by the prick who actually owns the Cadillac Escalade, parked in everyone’s way…..