Another Trashed-Out Mess

August 8, 2010 at 3:00 am (Cussed Dumbers, Sweet sticky things)

“Another trashed-out mess…” she harrumphed.

I was on lunch break, walking through the film lot of Leverage. *She* was an uppity woman of about fifty, who crossed my path as we approached an intersection. I withheld rebuttal; it was an area teeming with Road Warriors panhandling for beer and heroin money. She could have noticed I’d shaved today, and didn’t have the requisite dozen layers of beige dust and street grime crackling and flaking off every time I moved. I resisted calling her a leathery old twat, and rolled the C-bomb back from the tip of my tongue. She was making an ignorant assumption. Or else I looked worse than usual.

White Trash Week in Review

I’ve been working a lot of hours lately, full-time plus. Between that and life’s duties, I haven’t had much time for social pleasures.That doesn’t stop me from trying. I relayed my tales of whoa to Art East. He sent along a piece of animation that captured the spirit and mood of my week, perfectly done in time-lapse…

The Porno Queen has moved into a residential hotel up the street from the store, so I have a place to go when lunch is mandatory. PQ introduced me to her friend Meg, who lives downstairs. Meg appreciates my company more than the Porno Queen, so I’ve been hightailing it there as soon as the lunch person arrives. Meg is shy, introverted, but fun to hang out with. We get to know each other while watching Jeopardy. When I stumble out of her room to head back to work, the hotel security guard gives me the evil eye. He saw that 24 oz can of beer in my pocket. (If I were drinking it, both pockets would have been full.) I bring it as a gesture of gratitude for the hospitality. It’s great having a sanctuary in the downtown core, especially one that smells so nice.

And now another week begins. I’ve been wanting to ask Meg out on a real date, but I keep getting scheduled on my days off. Master P is short-staffed, and the summer is our Christmas season, so I take the money while I can get it. It doesn’t hurt to get a jump-start on the next round of bills, and maybe I can take Meg somewhere really nice.

And stay there for more than an hour…