Thursday, February 20, 2003

I forgot my lunch, so I a braved the elements (the forecast called for 30% chance of attempted drug solicitation) and walked, through the quasi-industrial ghetto my employer calls home, to the nearest sandwich shop. Luckily, I was not asked to purchase any "smack" or "blow", but a grizzled man stuck out his hand and mumbled something in Spanish as I walked by. I assume he said something like, "Feel this! Doesn't aloe vera work wonders?"

To which I would have replied, "Yes, yes it does." Then again, he could have just been begging for money. Alas, I'll never know. I don't speak Spanish.

On the walk back to the office I was spared any personal space invasions by the local "street vendors". I did, however, witness a neat little drag race between a nifty black Dodge Neon and a snazzy Ford Escort with a gigantic chrome spoiler. Somebody's been watching the Daytona 500, I see.

On a strictly political note, can someone please explain to me why Zell Miller is still a Democrat.


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