Thursday, May 20, 2004
Dope
Yesterday was a good day for bus stories.
On the way to work:
I got onto the 28 Downtown at Lake & Hennepin around 9:30am. Guy toward the back was flirting it up with some girl, telling her that his truck was recently vandalized by a tagger. And oh how this guy loves his big white truck. Loves loves loves it! The tagger painted “Dope” in orange spraypaint across the hood of the big white truck. Not a tag I’ve seen around town, but whatever.
What I learned from this story: Goo Gone does a good job of removing orange spray paint from the hoods of big white trucks. If an orange haze remains, Soft Scrub finishes the job, but may remove a bit of the topcoat.
On the way home from work:
On the 4K, I ran into some friends I haven’t seen in ages. Years. This is how long it’s been; their youngest child is about 18 months old. The last time I saw them, they were not yet pregnant with said child. Infact, they have never actually told me that this child was born. When they mentioned his name, I had a “What are you talking about?” moment, but recovered without letting on to my confusion. I received a Christmas card in 2002 telling me that they were pregnant, but that’s all. Not that I’ve been in touch with them either, but again, whatever. It was weird. It was humid & stormy and I was tired and cranky & ready to get home. They were on their way to a concert and giddy with the prospect of being out of the house. I fear I was not as sociable as perhaps I should have been.
On the way to work:
I got onto the 28 Downtown at Lake & Hennepin around 9:30am. Guy toward the back was flirting it up with some girl, telling her that his truck was recently vandalized by a tagger. And oh how this guy loves his big white truck. Loves loves loves it! The tagger painted “Dope” in orange spraypaint across the hood of the big white truck. Not a tag I’ve seen around town, but whatever.
What I learned from this story: Goo Gone does a good job of removing orange spray paint from the hoods of big white trucks. If an orange haze remains, Soft Scrub finishes the job, but may remove a bit of the topcoat.
On the way home from work:
On the 4K, I ran into some friends I haven’t seen in ages. Years. This is how long it’s been; their youngest child is about 18 months old. The last time I saw them, they were not yet pregnant with said child. Infact, they have never actually told me that this child was born. When they mentioned his name, I had a “What are you talking about?” moment, but recovered without letting on to my confusion. I received a Christmas card in 2002 telling me that they were pregnant, but that’s all. Not that I’ve been in touch with them either, but again, whatever. It was weird. It was humid & stormy and I was tired and cranky & ready to get home. They were on their way to a concert and giddy with the prospect of being out of the house. I fear I was not as sociable as perhaps I should have been.
// posted by Shelby Gelato @ 11:59 AM 
