Pissing on sparkplugs
Yesterday, I went to meet some friends for the all you can eat taco brunch at the Sunset Grille.
Nobody told me it was fucking Flag Day.
A parade! No cars allowed on the street! No buses running! No cabs! A fucking Department of Public Works truck, its snowplow festooned with tiny American flags!
Despite every effort, it was soon clear that I was never going to make it to Allston before everyone was done, so I went home. Passed a blind fella on the way back, waiting for the parade to come by. Why, I had to wonder, was he waiting outside when he could stay home and listen to it on the radio? Same thing for him, right? Doesn't he know that the chances of having his lungs turned into mist by a taco-less me are much higher in the out-of-doors?
Also, everyone I was with last night swears they saw a UFO. They're wrong.
Nobody told me it was fucking Flag Day.
A parade! No cars allowed on the street! No buses running! No cabs! A fucking Department of Public Works truck, its snowplow festooned with tiny American flags!
Despite every effort, it was soon clear that I was never going to make it to Allston before everyone was done, so I went home. Passed a blind fella on the way back, waiting for the parade to come by. Why, I had to wonder, was he waiting outside when he could stay home and listen to it on the radio? Same thing for him, right? Doesn't he know that the chances of having his lungs turned into mist by a taco-less me are much higher in the out-of-doors?
Also, everyone I was with last night swears they saw a UFO. They're wrong.