Well, it’s 10:30am and I’m not at work. I’m going to Southern California today, so I’m using that as an excuse. As in, I’m going to miss work later today, so I should probably miss work at the beginning of the day for parity.
In any case, last night’s Mission Street Food excursion was our most successful/ridiculous/last(?) one ever. The evening started with an early incident of assbaggery that presaged even greater things to come. A valet, working for a nearby restaurant, took it upon himself to move our orange and white saw horses that blocked off the space for the truck. When the ladies dropping off the truck tried to ask him to move, he blew them off and jogged back to his job of merrily hiding SUVs around the neighborhood like an urban Easter Bunny. A few minutes later, there he was again, power-walking by us. “Excuse me,” I ventured, waving a hand in front of him as he sashayed by me.
Not a peep. Just skipped on with his basket of colorful eggs. (more…)
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