Wednesday, July 19, 2006

I Love the Smell of Crazy in the Morning

Originally posted July 14, 2006

A co-worker was nice enough to bring in a vat of donuts today, so I decided to pop over to Longs for some milk. On the way in, I passed this guy I see around town sometimes. Today he was sitting on a briefcase outside Longs, in front of his bicycle. And talking to himself. This is what I heard:

"Green Mervyns Barbara. Hi Peter Barbara."

Started to sound like those spam e-mails you get sometimes. Anyway, so as I was paying for the milk, I could still hear and see him outside. At one point he took off his baseball cap, removed a photo of a pickup truck from his briefcase, lined up the photo with a crack in the ground, cut off a piece of the photo, then started attaching the photo to the wire basket on the back of his bike. Meanwhile, he was saying:

"San Francisco. To see all the girls. Hey, I gotta mike. You talking to me cuz I gotta mike?"

Meanwhile, another guy rode up on his bike and stopped in front of Longs, but then saw this guy, listened to him for a minute, then turned around and rode away.

On the way back, I passed the homeless guy who always hangs around the block my office is on. Sometimes when I walk to work, I find a bunch of baby bananas lying on the sidewalk. Or on the edge of a trashcan. Sometimes I find loaves of bread on the sidewalk outside my work. And then one day it occurred to me that someone's leaving this stuff for that homeless guy. That's nice. I wonder if it's the Thai restaurant next door? One time it was pouring rain and I wanted to go buy the guy an umbrella...I felt sorry for him seeing him sit out in the rain. But then I got afraid that because I run into him all the time, he might expect me to give him more stuff. He seems like a nice enough guy, but ya never know. You never know when someone's going to cross that fine line between neediness and Green Mervyns Barbara.

Anyway, I have no idea what the real point of this blog is. But it's Friday, it's pay day, and we're going to the Foo Fighters concert tonight. I guess you gotta count your blessings.

And if you see a loaf of bread on the sidewalk, leave it there. It belongs to someone.

Dom commented: i'm not petie. i'm "pias." yummy chocolate pudding!

2 Comments:

Blogger ElleDee said...

i PROMISE to leave the loaf alone.

7:53 PM  
Blogger Kim said...

Yes, THAT loaf you should not touch. ::shudder::

9:23 PM  

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