Yeah…but ya man ain’t me
It was a distinctive experience, to put it mildly, to awaken yesterday morning, run the shower, and feel the rush of water brought in directly from the center of the Arctic region coming through my showerhead. Unabated. And from the faucet. So while I waited and waited for it to warm up with time awastin’, I eventually relented, and just scrubbed myself down like some hobo in a gas station and went to work with bed head. Dead sexy.
I’ve never really gone to the park that’s right across from Grace Cathedral and that famous hotel right near where I live. I pass by it all the time on the way home from work, and people always have their dogs out.
So, after I’d gone to the grocery store Saturday and gotten off the bus, I went in, sat on a bench, and started reading. Immediately, a beige bulldog left its owner, trotted right up to me, jumped onto the bench, and adopted me. It was the most adorable thing ever, especially since I’m accustomed to the affectionate-on-a-whim mentality of the nefarious Sugar. The dog’s owner was yapping away on her cell phone, so I just petted the dog, who occasionally turned up and started licking my face.
Hallmark moment, you guys.
