On my lunchtime travels
Jul. 20th, 2007 12:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mynewplaceSchlotzsky's Deli - Funny Name, Serious Sandwich. Even more serious Thai Chicken Pizza, with shredded carrots and onions and peanut sauce. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Southern Kitchen. A staple for those who party at bars into the wee hours, open and serving breakfast all night. The marquee sign says "Serving o_d food for 47 years" Old food? Odd food? Yeah, I know, Good food, and it really is. If you like southern cooking. Which I do.
Hooters uses Heiners buns. How quaint.
There are at least three nice restaurants or fast food joints within walking distance from Brent's new apartment.
Woman in SUV with clever Mickey Mouse tow ball cover. I pull up next to her at the light, and get out of my car. I knock on the window, noticing she's a lovely slim brunette with scrubs on. She buzzes the window down and I say "Scuse me, but you should get your blinkers repaired, as neither the front nor the back lights are working. I'm certain that you, being a medical professional, are aware of how dangerous it is to drive an illegal vehicle. I'm also assuming that you, as a medical professional, are far too intelligent to turn corners and merge in traffic WITHOUT USING YOUR BLINKERS. Aren'tchoo?" *insert smirk here, and subtle finger gesture* "Have a good day."
Okay, no, not really. But dammit one a these days, Alice!!!! BAM! Right in the kisser!
And upon my entering the lane approaching the office, idiot number two decides to pull out from behind stopped car waiting to turn and join me in said lane, pulling out quickly enough that he could have struck me if I hadn't sped up. Sans blinker of course, because he goes to the same driving school as bimbette up there, whose trip to the post office was SO urgent she couldn't be bothered to turn on her blinker while riffling through her purse at the stop light. Thank you.
Southern Kitchen. A staple for those who party at bars into the wee hours, open and serving breakfast all night. The marquee sign says "Serving o_d food for 47 years" Old food? Odd food? Yeah, I know, Good food, and it really is. If you like southern cooking. Which I do.
Hooters uses Heiners buns. How quaint.
There are at least three nice restaurants or fast food joints within walking distance from Brent's new apartment.
Woman in SUV with clever Mickey Mouse tow ball cover. I pull up next to her at the light, and get out of my car. I knock on the window, noticing she's a lovely slim brunette with scrubs on. She buzzes the window down and I say "Scuse me, but you should get your blinkers repaired, as neither the front nor the back lights are working. I'm certain that you, being a medical professional, are aware of how dangerous it is to drive an illegal vehicle. I'm also assuming that you, as a medical professional, are far too intelligent to turn corners and merge in traffic WITHOUT USING YOUR BLINKERS. Aren'tchoo?" *insert smirk here, and subtle finger gesture* "Have a good day."
Okay, no, not really. But dammit one a these days, Alice!!!! BAM! Right in the kisser!
And upon my entering the lane approaching the office, idiot number two decides to pull out from behind stopped car waiting to turn and join me in said lane, pulling out quickly enough that he could have struck me if I hadn't sped up. Sans blinker of course, because he goes to the same driving school as bimbette up there, whose trip to the post office was SO urgent she couldn't be bothered to turn on her blinker while riffling through her purse at the stop light. Thank you.
