Bellywashers

I am tapping my finger on the steering wheel as I wait to place my order. The woman ahead of me is getting a small coffee and five packs of sugar. For God Sakes, lady, just order up a big bellywasher Coke and be done with it. She must need a real crank this morning. Probably on the phone telling her friend how well the new diet is going.

I'm just having a cup of coffee for breakfast!.

McDonalds is getting slick. The voice that greets you is bright, cheery and blond. Sounds like a cheerleader. When I get to the window, the cool dude who hands me my Burrito is a Curt Cobain look alike. He does manage between coughs to say Thank You, so that is a good thing. They can cure Tuberculosis nowadays, can't they?

I'm a little annoyed that I held a conversation with a recorded voice at Micky D's.

How nice. That Burrito I had my heart set on is still back at the McDonalds. I have a sausage biscuit instead. Actually it's not that bad. When McDonalds first came out with biscuits in the 80's they tasted like pound cake. It took them awhile to get the recipe right. I'm fat enough as it is without eating biscuits for breakfast, but this one time is OK I guess. I'll have to remember next time to order a biscuit if I want a Burrito. Of couse I'll get a biscuit then.

Still in the virtual world here. I'm depositing my paycheck in the bank drive through. The teller is on a television screen. While she does her stuff, the news is on. $800 billion dollar bank bailout my ass! I wish I could bail out of this bank line and get on my way. I'm thinking of a line in an old Woody Guthrie song. The gambling man is rich and the working man is poor... These big shot morons can gamble til the cows come home as far as I'm concerned. But when I have to pony up for their losses, it makes me mad.

I got up on the wrong side of the bed anyways. Had chili for supper for the second night in a row. My wife told me not to do it, but I did. Tossed and turned all night. Acid indigestion. Stuffy nose...Stressful dreams. Dreamed I finally won my million bucks with a Florida Lottery Scratchoff ticket. Couldn't find any place that would cash it in. Everybody just laughed when I gave it to them...

Come to think of it, maybe that Burrito was not such a good idea after all. Funny how things like that turn out. Maybe Curt was my guardian angel.

Man the grass is high. Guess I'll have to mow some weeds today before the neighbors call the city on me.