Thank you, Bloody Cross Jesus.
Thank you, Blonde Narcissist.
Thank you, Refuge Saddam Hussein.
Thank you, Tall Bike Guy.
Thank you, Paper Bag.
Thank you, Tortoise Neck.
Thank you, Croucher.
Thank you, Firestick aka The Gingerbread Man.
Thank you, Santa Suspenders.
Thank you, Old Man River.
Thank you, all you wonderfully entertaining Lefties.
And an extra special thanks to Tow Truck Guy!
You and your trademark mannerisms, props, and wardrobes make my work day possible. Oh! Pawn Shop Spy is fighting with Kabob Kart Wife!
Bloody Cross Jesus just came through right after Tow Truck Guy. I haven’t seen him in a week, at least. Yep, still wearing the same clothes from last week. You’d think that the 7-foot tall wooden cross would wear a hole in one of his shoulders, no?
Tow Truck Guy just marked some cars in the 30-minute-max spots. We take bets (not really) on either “Bewildered” or “Pissed” when he tows a car. It’s like red or black in Roullette. I’m a bewildered better, myself, but it’s a good week for pissed. One guy started kicking the concrete wall repeatedly.
Sometimes I wonder if these characters think the windows are tinted from the inside, too.
We’ve officially turned a corner, here at the office. Instead of passively sitting here, waiting for weird things to happen outside, we’ve decided to “go fishing”. We’re tossing chum in the water. Now, every day, someone plants an unopened airplane bottle of vodka in the parking lot. It’s OK if someone takes the bottle, but if they actually drink it, we win!
Yesterday, we came sooo close. City cleaning lady came by, picked it up, broke the seal, but then pocketed it.
So here we sit, awaiting the big day when Paper Bag sees it, cracks it open and knocks it back. Then our lives will be complete.
I can’t really be the only Doper that has weird people pass by their office every day, am I?
I used to work on the ground floor of an office next to a somewhat secluded walkway.
My window was mirrored to the outside world.
I’ve seen many booger picks, bra adjustments, pantyhose hikes and one zit pop.
My favorite though had to be the miniskirt lady smoking a cigarette while sitting on the step and talking to friends. She had her legs turned to the side (toward me!) for modesty but she didn’t have her legs closed. I could very easily tell that she groomed her …ah…coochie. It was so magnificent that I had to call the rest of the guys in the business into my office for an “emergency” meeting.
