first of all the boss gets back from london. business trip, all work and no play, yet still he manages to annoy me with how much fun i’d have had. how nice it is to fly first class and stay in a five star hotel and help yourself to the honor bar and the company pays all the bills. i believe the words lap of luxury were used.
and most normal people, for instance the other boss that was on the trip with him, both of them working the 24 and 48 hour shifts to do the impossible, would take a day or so off. and he doesn’t even work here, he’s a retired owner and right now he’s sitting here behind me with his goddamn feet up on the fucking desk, reading the stupid newspaper. rustling the pages. why? oh. he missed me. great. on to lunch then.
on the way to get stuffed jalape?os and tacos, this bitch in front of me has a license plate frame ‘out of my way i’m on my way to n.a.’ and i thought, how stupid and pointless. it’s on the fucking back of the car. even if it was also on the front, which i doubt, you wouldn’t be able to read it to know she wanted you out of the way. maybe she’d drive badly instead? and is going to n.a. a reason to have this attitude? should i respect this? if i don’t get out of her way, what’s she gonna do, break out her crack pipe? and this will be my fault somehow? i wanted to let her know how idiotic the whole thing was, but the only way i could think of to do it was to put the buick in first gear (for the torque) and see how well her acura’s crumple zones worked.
and then god bless KLOS, they played the real ‘i can’t drive 55’, and i thought why on earth did sammy remake the song to adjust for the change in the speed limit? it was (whether this is good or bad) a slice-of-life bit of americana that invokes nostalgia, and it was totally ruined in the process of being updated to reflect current laws on the books.
and you know what? the whole not smoking thing hasn’t made me all that fussy, really. i’m more like this (a bitch) than i like to admit. mostly i keep this to myself, but since i have this excuse, well, here it is.