some mornig stuff

For some reason I just can’t get going this morning. I’m not tired and don’t have any onerous task awaiting me. I just can’t seem to fire up the motor. That is probably a sign that spring is here. I always get this strange energy suck for about two weeks when the winter comes and then again when it goes. Always been that way. Somewhere there is probably a study that explains it. Hey the propane truck is here! Yippee I will have heat for the…rest…of…the…winter. Garumph. Oh well. The light today is very interesting. The browns seem much brighter than the greens. Fun. You see what I mean. My motor is just sort of idling. Well when I can’t think strait it’s time for a story.

Never get off the boat.*

The other day I had to run into the city for a bit and decided to stop at Del Taco. It is my very favorite crap food/fast food. I picked up the love of all things Del Taco when I was living in LA. I went to the one that used to be a Naugles on grand. It’s this very odd round drive through joint. Much fun. You are always guaranteed a floor show there too as it is IN the city. Well this time was no exception. When I pulled up there was this couple standing out front. They were in their late teens, white and very animated. He looked more redneck than gangster but she looked like she had watched way to many Solid Gold reruns. They both had the weird posture and movements of tweakers, very quick direction changes and wild head and arm movements. I had to walk through them to get at my spicy chicken burrito magic inside. They locked on to me and followed me in…about three inches off my ass. The little defensive situation man inside my brain went on high alert. It is best to have them in front of you, just in case. Well there was a line and the booths were full of winos, most with an obvious mental issue of some sort. There were a lot of single person conversations going on. Think Cuckoo’s Nest. Fun in the land of weird? Most of the older winos clearly had some neurological issues, go figure, there were a lot of tremors and balance issues. I also noticed that they were buying lots of sodas and shakes. Must be a sugar thing I don’t know about. Anyway, I order my food and the junkie family robinson is still glued to my ass. I get a break from them when they have to decide what to order. Wow, that was something to see. The order changed at least twelve times in under a minute. They then decided that the lone free booth was a better place to wait for their order than standing behind me…hooray. They then went into a long, loud conversation that they apparently thought no one else could hear. It was very convoluted and jumped around a lot but the gist of it was that the woman behind the counter, all 4’9” 300lbs of her, was a narc and that the manager was probably a, wait for it here, priest. WOW. Well my spicy chicken burrito and I got the hell out of that little theater and went home to share with the dogs. Never get off the boat.

Holy crap I’m gonna be late for the shop.

Later,

Sam

*Quote from Apocalypse Now. When after almost being killed by a tiger while looking for mangos, Chef comes running out of the jungle and jumps onto the safety of the PBR. Chef turns it into a manta.