I went to BevMo today for some Blue Curacao, rum and Grenadine for a Halloween grog I'm making m (add cranberry juice and ice for a fun, purple wingding).
Out of my car and through the car park, I noticed a lurker in the corner of the lot.
I went in, got my stuff (+ a bottle of Rose's Lime® for gimlets a la my hero, Raymond Chandler (his downfall)), and exiting and going again through lot, I saw the lurker in the corner stand and vector toward me.
Sure enough, I got to my car and he said, "hey brother, can you help me?"
I said I don't keep any cash on me anymore.
He asked if I had any food. No, only Rose's Lime® and some other shit. Then I remembered ... jerky.
I said, "Waitaminute!
I do have jerky," and dug into the space between the frame of the car and the driver's seat and pulled out a stick of jerky. I held it out to him.
"It's venison jerky."
"What's that."
"Deer. uh, Bambi."
"Whoa. Never had Bambi. Well deer anyway, ya know? hah," he said.
"Well, enjoy," I said, but he was already gone.
Tonight - **Due to an obscure TNSC by-law regarding a 5th Thursday in October falling on Halloween, this week's meeting has been cancelled. Also, have you ever tried drinking at a bar dressed as The Mummy? It just doesn't work. Be safe out there, and see you next week!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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