“You got a bowl of nothing.”
Since there’s a big festival coming up, this could happen.
In 2000 I saw Hot Tuna at The Beacon theater. I haven’t seen them in awhile so I was real excited for the show. Jorma and Jack are excellent musicians and they always put on a good show. After the show I wanted to get a Hot Tuna tee shirt. They had the official tee shirts in the lobby for 35 dollars. Now way was I going to pay 35 dollars for a tee shirt no matter how good they looked.
As we were leaving the theater, there was a guy outside selling Hot Tuna tee shirts for 5 dollars. Nothing like the ones in the lobby, but for 5 dollars what the hell. There were something to bang around in.
My plan is to be buried in this. I figure with me in the casket, they’ll never see the back anyway. (lol)
I had to do laundry today. I normally do it on Monday but I wasn’t doing anything so I figure I’d do it now.
I live in a Co-Opt and we have laundry rooms on site. I’m walking down the stairs to the laundry room and look in the window to see if any of the washers are open. There’s four washers open, 32, 33, 34, and 35. A young girl is in the room putting clothes in washer 32. I go into the room and she’s putting clothes in washer 34 also. Now I’m thinking she’s gonna put stuff in 33 also. I ask her if she’s going to use 33. She says no.
To me this makes no sense. My “Monk” comes out. Why would she go from washer 32, skip 33, then go to 34? I asked her if there was something wrong with 33. She said no. I was hoping she would give some kind of hint why she skipped 33.
Anyway, I put my clothes in washer 33 and 35, with her clothes between mine. I go to pick up my laundry later and there’s nothing wrong with 33.
If I was ever married to this girl, it would drive me crazy.
I go out this morning to shovel my car out of my parking spot. As I’m walking to my parking spot, I’m checking out how much snow is behind each car so I have an idea what to expect when I get to my spot. I”m walking and I notice my spot is twice as high as the other spots. I see the spot next to me is empty. The guy has his car out and is cleaning up his parking spot. I look at the mound of snow behind my car and I don’t see where he is dumping the snow he shoveled. Most people put the snow in the middle of the street.
You don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure this out, but I put on my Sherlock Holmes hat anyway. No snow in the street and twice as high behind my car.
Then the guy starts to talk to me. He’s complaining about the snow removal, how high the maintenance is and everything else you can think of. Then he says to me, “I didn’t know where to throw the snow.” I didn’t say anything to him. I should have said, “I knew where you threw it, right behind my car.”