I’m neurotic, I’ll admit it, notoriously missing nothing, so when a kid walked into Starbucks with a stream of toilet paper peering from his pant leg, you know I had to tell him.
As he stood perusing the pastries appearing transfixed by the array of choices, he must have felt my gaze from across the room. In his 20s with a bipolar glint in his eye, he slowly turned.
I nodded, before conversing with my chin, aimed at his cuff, the paper still flapping like a frenetic white flag. He looked around to see if anyone else saw, before bolting out the door.
Ten minutes later he was back, paperless, as if nothing had happened.
He went back to the pastries while I wrote this essay, never once looking at one other.
SB
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Cute! You never miss a thing !
Hal Rubenstein from my iPhone
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I know. I’m like a cub reporter.
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Those pastries must have been really good if he came back for them after that. 🙂 I wonder how long he had been walking around like that?
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Luckily it was still dark. I think he was a little kookie to begin with, just a guess.
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See the Bard’s article…
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Forgive me Coyote, but what do you mean.
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Sorry… the Bard from my blog writes a blog called Grinds my Gears. He has a story on a city where it is very hard to find a public toilet… especially without any money. Will see if I can find a link.
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Ok. Like the term bard by the way. He’s like the kingpin of literature.
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He’s also the barred… as in his status at several venues 😄
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I see…:)
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Got the Barbarian here currently… and his brother. Young barbarian supposed to be performing tonight though he says a few weeks now.
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I have visions of a gladiator partially dressed with some kind of instrument slung over his shoulder. Eggs anyone?
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A bit of blues when I left. Elder koori lady with strong voice. Eta James type voice.
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I like her.
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I should play there again soon. Working out some rehearsal time tonight with another local. Plenty cooking… and not in the way most of the locals cook these days on the animal farm 😎
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I see.
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Still a bit of summer left down here… Grateful Dead style.
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It worked for them. Have you ever read Altamont, by Joel Selvin? Speaking of The Dead.
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Familiar with the concert. Haven’t read that account.
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I recently read it and couldn’t put it down.
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Sounds interesting. Always up for good music journalism
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You can probably get a cheap copy on Amazon. It’s a riveting read.
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I like when no words are exchanged, yet shit still gets done.
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You’re eloquence is like fresh air…:)
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Hahahaha!
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You’re brevity is much admired.
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Susannah, it’s so difficult to be cool with a banner of tp following along. Your smoke signal saved his day!
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This is true. Maybe now in his paperless state, he can get a date.
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The “studious ignore” is an art-form all on its own. Maeve had a collie years ago who could ignore for England. Breathtaking!
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Little dogs are so yappy. Gino never barks. He’s very urbane. You can see him in a smoking jacket with a pipe filled with kibble.
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A veritable four-legged country gentleman.
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Indeed. Woof
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Not only are you neurotic, you are nice and kind!
Scott
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Thank you…:)
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I don’t usually do 2nd uninvited comments, but the story is just too good to pass up here. I spoke with a guy at the pharmacy the other night. Didn’t know him, but still… he related to me that before his divorce (I am assuming from the story they were not getting along well), his wife left him standing by himself in a lingerie store. He obtained 5 feet of toilet paper and carefully tucked it into her back belt or pocket with the 5 feet dangling down. She wore that the rest of the afternoon until just before walking out the door. He made certain to remind me she was now his ex. I bet!
Still, thought of that story while reading this one…
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That poor guy, and in the land of slips and nightgowns no less.
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Yes, such a place to be…
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