I was asked the other day where Kelly was lately.
And that made the answer to “Who’s going to come in and ask Hubris about the pogo stick?” much, much easier.
I was asked the other day where Kelly was lately.
And that made the answer to “Who’s going to come in and ask Hubris about the pogo stick?” much, much easier.
Let that be a lesson to you.
The lesson being, I suppose, don’t give your chicken biscuit to your neighbor who’s slept on the floor of your business after he’s broken through your roof and been arrested for…
No, that can’t be it.
Never make a kindly gesture to sociopathic men who have camped in your outdoor store with…
No, that doesn’t sound right either.
It’s something profound, though. I know that much.
It’s weird, going to the skatepark at unfamiliar times.
I’ve only occasionally gone during what most people consider normal hours, and the number of people- skating, waiting, standing, visiting, talking, smoking, whatever- is astonishing to me or anyone else accustomed to going at daybreak when you rarely have to watch out for incoming skaters, and can exhaust yourself completely making run after run with no one to complain that you’re old and in the way.
I can do the ‘wait your turn’ thing pretty effectively, but it’s nerve wracking.
Plus, if you fall down while there are lots of other folks waiting their turn, you feel like you have to pop straight back up and get out of the way. I prefer the morning when I can lie there and make pain angels if I feel like it.
Don’t you love it? “Every time I’ve been to the skate park, it’s been way too crowded. They should do something!”
“So, when do you go?”
“Same time every day- right after work.”
“Could you go a different time of day?”
“Why?”
If you go out drinkin’, you stop off at the White Castle or the Krystal’s… When you’ve just been sprung from county lockup, apparently, it’s Taco Bell. When you’ve just gotten done with a huge comic project, the first time you leave the studio is for Chick-Fil-A. According to the Iron Man movie, when you’re free of the terrorist cave in the desert, you go for Burger King, wasn’t it?
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