Dec 19, 2004 11:22
I spent my evening with cars. Parking them. Delivering them. Yes. I was a valet. And a damn good one. Some old man held a party for his beloved friends. Me and my pal Brian took part in the festivities. We were accompanied by 3 others, who at first I thought were going to be not so helpful. All in all it was a great night. The old man paid us pretty handsomely as did the prominent Mercedes, BMW, and Nissan Sentra drivers. The old man, looked identical to the only Colonel worth mentioning or remembering in America. Sanders of KFC. When he first said hello, I clucked. After a few seconds of silence I said hello.
Life would be incomplete without stupidity. A friend of mine said she was going to Colorado to go skiing. Sweet i said. Which city are you staying in? SANTA FE, she says. After the curiosity settled, I asked where exactly is Santa Fe, Colorado? About this time she realizes that Santa Fe is indeed in New Mexico. I was happy for her. We are supposed to meet in OKC the 23rd. I made sure to remind her that when in doubt, The state in which we are meeting is also in the name of the city.
The truth is, you could slit my throat, and with my one last gasping breath, Id apologize for bleeding on your shirt. Return safely. Farewell.