...at least to me.
First, The Good:
Amy got me a fantastic book for Christmas called "Slow is Beautiful" by Cecile Andrews. This book is just wonderfully amazing and has come at such a perfect time in my, Amy & Chloe's lives. Perfect timing.
I don't really want to go into too many details about it, what it is, etc... suffice it to say, if you have any trust in me, what I've accomplished, am trying to accomplish, find society in general to be on the edge of something [anything] rather ugly & bad...
buy it, read it and then pass it on to someone else. Please.
Now, The Funny:
Was riding and passed by a building of condos. Double parked on the street is a car with a Domino's pizza placard on the roof and walking up the sidewalk is a cat in Domino's garb, carrying a flaccid red delivery case. This other guy comes running out of the building holding 3 pizza boxes and says, "Ahhh, excuse me, Domino's guy. We ordered Sprite not Coke. You delivered Coke." The delivery guy turns around and says, "Ummm, my check says Coke. Sorry." Guy with 3 boxes says, "Well, someone took the order down wrong. You delivered Coke, and we want Sprite."
I ride for another hour and a half, and on my way back home-and as part of my City Loop-I have to pass back in front of this same building.
As I am riding down the street toward this building I can hear someone yelling something but no return conversation. As I get closer to the building, I see the guy who wanted Sprite not Coke, sitting on the stoop to the building, same 3 pizza boxes beside him, chain smoking and screaming into his cell phone:
"No, you listen to me asshole. I ordered Sprite, my wife wants Sprite, I want Sprite... NOT fucking Coke! I don't give a shit if you are closing up, someone there better get their ass into a car and bring me my goddamn Sprite because I'm still sitting outside, now with my cold pizza, and I'm not going inside until I have a fucking Sprite in my freezing fucking hands".
Past that, I couldn't hear any more as I was too far down the street.
There ya go...