So sorry for the delay, but I've been on vacation. It couldn't have happened at a better time, really. The last couple of weeks have been an emotional roller coaster regarding our work and such...so bring on the beach, right?
It's been a week of discoveries, eye-opening experiences and life-changing realizations. Plus, I've learned the value of a built-in dvd player and headphones when traveling with young children. THAT, my friends, is priceless!
So, on that note, I'd like to share a few things I learned while driving two days one way and sitting on my butt at the beach for 7 days:
We assumed he worked AT the station, as he stood there so patiently, wearing a button down shirt with a logo. However, upon hanging up both the telephone and the pump, Travis realized he was in fact waiting to ask a small favor. He gave a story about how his car was 'all dented up' and that he needed a couple of bucks to get him on his way. Though he was pretty confident that this guy stood at the same station all day long and collected 'tips', Travis went ahead and gave him $2. He said he would rather give him the benefit of the doubt and possibly make a bad day better for a stranger than deny him and always wonder if he did the right thing. I was pretty impressed, I must say! Seeing that man made me think about how lucky I am to have the things that I have. Everyone has a life story. If I die tomorrow, I want mine to be that I worked hard, laughed hard, and loved much. Not that I denied a man 200 cents because I judged him for things I knew nothing about.
It became quite clear, quite early in the week, that in the state of Florida, THIS is appropriate attire to wear in public. This man was probably 55 or 60 years old, and walked around a busy Boardwalk wearing nothing but this. He worked that Boardwalk like a runway, proud of all that he had to offer the fishermen and visitors. I couldn't help myself, I had to take at least one keepsake photo! MEEEOOOOWWWWW!
In keeping with tradition, it appears even the younger (and in better shape) men were rocking this hot trend this season. I was so impressed, I attempted to find such an ensemble for both Travis and my brother, so that they could be fashion forward this year. Sadly, they declined my offer.
What can I say? You can't help the helpless.
I found this guy in the Publix, buying groceries, and flaunting his OWN package in the packaged meat section. He carried a colorful umbrella and tiny soccer ball, so I followed him briefly in great anticipation of the Off Broadway production that I assumed would soon begin in Aisle 1.
My observations and keen fashion sense tell me it's a very flexible outfit, as it can be dressed up or dressed down. On this particular day, Juan Carlos (as I have deemed him) was feeling fancy, so he flipped his collar up. I know what you are thinking. This ensemble can only be rocked while in a more tropical climate, right? WRONG!!! Here in the midwest, it could be kept quite casual. When paired with a wife-beater and a cooler cup, it would be appropriate for a family barbecue or a night at the bar with friends. :)
Keeping with my Publix theme, I found this employee taking a smoke break outside of the store. It is clear to me that Publix is a fantastic employer, as they generously offer their shopping carts to employees for use during Union breaks. This woman took a load off in the bench seat (intended for corraling small children while mom tries not to break open a bottle of wine in the store to ease her pain). She smoked her cig, drank a beverage and even stored her personal belongings in the seat of the cart, all while advertising for the chain retailer by wearing her smock and nametag. SHE is Employee of the Month, I'm confident. Can you say Management material????
It's just a damned shame they didn't have the racecar or rocket ship carts at this location. I would have paid good money to watch her extricate herself from that bad boy when her 15 minutes was up.
:)
5. And finally...
It has come to my attention that, in some areas, you can get a lot more than a belly bomber at the White Castle! This particular location had a matching car wash! I had visions of large middle-aged men with their lower furry bellies hanging out of tightly stretched t-shirts entering this sweet little shack. Puckering the ole poop shoot, fighting to hold in the wretched stench held within their bowels that has developed just from the drive thru line to the car wash line as they crack open that crisp white bag and sneak a few bites of square Heaven on a bun.
1997 Toyota Corolla, windows down, trash all over the floor and belly button lint just waiting to be harvested and knit into a nice sweater by mama back at home.
'Roll this sweet ride in there, Clark, and let's douche her out! It smells like a Crave Case and raw sewage made out in here!'
I salute you, White Castle. Way to take care of your customers!
Yep. As you can see, I learned a lot of valuable lessons on vacation. Now it's time to get the sand out of my butt crack and go back to the real world. Damn.
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