Now today was a day! The outdoor portion concluded with a 3 hour wait for my car care professional from Pop-A-Lock to jump the dead car battery discovered on a routine sortie to procure a parking spot that was “good for tomorrow.” No? It’s not good for tomorrow?” “Are you sure?” “Fuck!” “Wait. It’s not good for tomorrow and it’s got a dead battery?” “FUCKITTY FUCK!”
The day started with an indoor segment that required acknowledging the end of an approximately 2 year relationship. Some sadness, some gladness, centered around madness. To be repeated Friday. Confused? Join the club.
Included in the day: podiatrist visit-accompaniment, hospital visit, turkey sandwich. a few slices of fresh mozzarella (still have Italy on the brain), pizza (2 plain trad, 1 sicilian) – New York on the brain, a discussion of Fresh Direct vs Your Grocer (Quote of the Day: “Six heads of romaine is like 2 days for me!” Personally, I hate lettuce one-upmanship. Hate it. Since I was a kid!
“Lady! You can shove that lettuce up your ass!”
Historical note – In Brooklyn circa early 1960’s, you could say “Lady.”