Monday morning meanders my way.
An iced caramel swirl latte later and I find myself at my work actually on time for once in about 2 months. Today at work a man who appeared as ordinary as can be rolled up to the boy on carriages. Engaging in conversion he told him he was from the cape and didnt know his way around. After being told Taunton was a stones throw away, Middleboro was right up the street, as well as Bridgewater and that he was in Raynham. The man in the SUV bluntly asked the boy " Where can I find a hooker. Where can I find a good blowjob?" ..."well the taunton greens right up there" The boy pointed the way to the obvious response. I would of told him the Comfort Station, a rectangular building off the green. There is a bar right next to it and across the street. Just within sight of these horny drunk fools. Hookers. You have to be direct while trying to help a brother out. I don't know whats worse payin for sex or payin outrageous gas prices to go seek unpromised sex for sale.
One of the things I love about havin a job is interaction with the public, seriously. There's always something new bound to happen. You have to be on your toes.