So, there’s this kid that sits on the side of the road every morning. I saw him today walking out of the gas station on ECB and 70th carrying a flattened cardboard box. He sort of reminds me of Chunk; he’s this short, round kid who sort of looks like an egg. Anyway, his rotund-ness [...]
So, there’s this kid that sits on the side of the road every morning. I saw him today walking out of the gas station on ECB and 70th carrying a flattened cardboard box. He sort of reminds me of Chunk; he’s this short, round kid who sort of looks like an egg. Anyway, his rotund-ness is not the point…the point is that he was carrying this flattened piece of cardboard.
Usually as I drive down the hill towards the 8, he’s just sitting flat on the ground on the side of the road like he’s waiting for something. Or someone. Perhaps Godot? Even in the freezing cold, he sits there on the pavement. And from someone who spent many an hour waiting for a ride after school sitting in front of Mr. Holt’s classroom on the concrete bench, I can say that cold concrete does not a warm tushie make.
But dude, what the H was box for? Was he doing a school presentation? Was he going to slide down a grassy hill with it? Was he going to fill it up with stuff? Seriously.
On another random note, I realized that I make funny faces. Those of you who have seen me in person know that I’m already a funny looking guy. But I never knew that I made funny faces…especially when I’m writing or deep in thought. I stopped by the copier to write something down so I wouldn’t forget it before I got back to my desk and I had to stop because I felt that I was making a goofy puckering face; it was hard to stop making the face and write at the same time. But it looked like I was ready to kiss someone. Ladies, make a note of that…it’s always a good time to be around me when I have a pen and paper in my hand. ;)
And on a final random note, ciabatta this. I’m going to get my lunch. C-I-A-B-A-T-T-A. Ciabatta. Peace out.