I was tired though, and I struggled to summon the stamina to weather the waning work week. One day more. The weekend at last, but first, I must fight through Friday. Not only that, but I had to be productive in the mix, billing at least 8 of those 8 hours.
It was doable, but it required coffee.
Starbucks, with its long line of pretentious prats, concocting convoluted menu combinations, and woefully inadequate parking options seemed so very far away. I found myself in a fix, a quandary, even.
Nearer, I approached my place of business and the prospect of one more cup of cheap office coffee that tasted vaguely of dirt and cardboard. I needed a cup of decent joe.
Then, at the very last minute, there it was. Small, white, shaped like a log-cabin Photomat, it was the local coffee hut. I had forgotten all about it.
Essentially, it lay across the street, kitty-corner to my office, but in two years, I had never gotten coffee there. Why? Well, mostly because it is in the parking lot of an enormous adult department store.
Yes, the Castle, the Walmart-like super-store of porn shops, is walking distance from my job. Have I been there? Hell yes, and I've been there with many of you who are reading this right now. The only thing is, it just seems like the wrong place for a coffee hut. I have no problem pulling into the parking lot to buy some cinnamon-flavored nipple clamps and a half-off anal gang-bang DVD, but Coffee?? No way. That has just always seemed dirty...
Desperate times call for desperate measures though, and I pulled in. The warm and bubbly grandmother who worked the window was friendly and enthusiastic. Her coffee was surprisingly good, and the prices were low. She wished me a good day, and I believe she actually meant it.
I even got a free punch card out of the deal. Four more purchases, and I get a free medium coffee. I'm going to shoot for a freebee by the end of next week...
Reading for Comprehension
1. Have you been to the Castle with me?
2. Have you been to the Castle without me?
3. Other than coffee, what's the strangest thing you've ever purchased from a porn shop?
Did you invite the warm and bubbly grandmother into the Castle with you?
ReplyDeleteWait a minute. There was a somewhat geeky sci-fi related post here yesterday. Now more smut. While I don't mind the smut, I do mind the censorship, even if self imposed.
ReplyDeleteMore importantly, it is certainly uncharacteristic of our fair blogger. We all know he is geeky. He knows he is geeky. He isn't ashamed of his geekyness and we do not hold it against him. While the deleted post was geeky, it was certainly better than other non-geeky posts this blog has featured (long time readers will remember Brian's semmingly interminable fascination with YTMND, the Grab inspired days and the "Oh-for-the-love-of-Mike-why? post known as 13 Hours that seemed to shorten my life by an equivalent amount).
So, bring back the missing post. Fess up. Explain yourself. You owe us that much.
Oh, and I don't think I've been to Castle with you, but you have been with my wife.
True, the geek-fest is gone. True, I endulged in rare post-posting censorship. While I edit, modify,and censor posts heavily before I release them, I generally leave my hands off after they are released.
ReplyDeleteThe deletion was not due to any aversion to my own geekiness. Rather, the post was simply very poor. I felt that it broke my one and only Lounge rule: It wasn't entertaining.
Even "13 Hours," long as it was, had its high points...
Upon further review, the blogologist should read the comments section of the post linked as "Grab Related"
ReplyDeleteSeems I'm not the only one to self-censor. Just saying....
I felt that it broke my one and only Lounge rule: It wasn't entertaining.
ReplyDeleteNever stopped either one of us before, really.
1. No. And, why is that?
ReplyDelete2. Yes.
3. A ball gag for Leah. She goes through them so quickly.
1. What about a coffee-flavored nipple clamp?
ReplyDelete2. Gags for Leah - they're not just for breakfast any more