So I'm driving by the local diner today and notice that they have a large sign up that states: HASH FLIPPED!!!
Is that really worthy of three exclamation points???
I'm in the center of town filling up my gas tank.
It comes to $49.00.
I give the grease monkey $60.00. Here is the conversation that followed:
GREASE MONKEY: "So you want $1.00 back?"
ME: "No...I want $11.00 back.
GREASE MONKEY: "Okay."
I was craving a lobster roll last night. I go to my new favorite lobster roll place to get one.
There are 15 empty bar stools around the bar where I plan to eat.
My food and drink get delivered.
Then lonely Joe the Bartender saunters up to me and starts talking.
I'm the only one there.
I pretend like I'm texting.
He talks some more. And more. And more.
He offers his name. I give him mine.
We are now chums. Or so he thinks.
He talks some more.
Did you know that he was once quite the hockey player?
He then shook my hand.
I don't really like shaking hands much.
But he's my chum....so I shake.
Now all I can think about is washing off Joe the Bartender's lonely germs.