I wanna be a billionaire
Met a young man yesterday on the #111 Skyline (DART). He has plans to be a billionaire. Big plans: either by the rap music he writes or by being a porn star, undecided which it would be. He wiggled out of his shoes, because they were hot, and he was wearing his mama’s socks. One pink toe, one blue toe, stopped just past his heel.
Happy hour detour
We had a little celebratory happy hour at work today so I bussed it instead of riding my bike. The happy hour was a good time, and as I left the office to catch my bus, I was in a good mood. Things got better still as I rounded the corner on 6th and Nicolet to see what I was certain was a 14C bus at the stop. Fantastic! No wait whatsoever. That never happens to me – I’m always the dork standing out there for 10 minutes waiting for the bus. Continue reading ‘Happy hour detour’
The more ’90210′ it gets
It’s just after 10:00 a.m. and I just got done with the hardest part of my day – the three hour, kick-ass workouts I’m doing all winter to train for the Vancouver Marathon in May. As I stand in the transit center in downtown Duluth, Minnesota; waiting for the #6 Mainline bus going east, I look at my sweaty iPod earbuds and decide against cranking my music until the bus shows up (if ever). It’s been a while since I’ve been entertained by downtown Duluth street theater, and believe it or not, it’s good. The #6 shows up, we all get on, and I head for the least dirty, least smelly place towards the back. Continue reading ‘The more ’90210′ it gets’
Gnarly Yellow Toenails
I glanced across the aisle and winced. I could not un-see what I had just seen.
A man had taken his foot out of his shoe and was resting it on top of the shoe. But… he had no sock on, and he had the gnarliest long yellow toenails I have ever seen. Hope I never see anything like that again.
DUDE. Put some SOCKS on.
