Real life adventures on a Tuesday

I saw the gayest thing today. I am waiting for the bus and these two hispanic men walk by and they are wearing very very tight Dolce&Gabbana sleeveless t-shirts, beautifully hanging trousers, Gucci sunglasses and both men are carrying a Chihuahua under their left arms like they are living purses. Now what makes it extra gay is the fact that the dogs are both wearing little tiny feather boa collars (one in pink and the other in purple) and these men are swaying their shoulders like they are Joan Crawford or something.
I can not make this stuff up.

I have a new book that is large and should be engaging. It will last me through my trip to England. I will write about it later.

Some people were asses at work, the bosses weren't irritating and I have come to the conclusion that many people are unconsciously bigots. Or something. I have been keeping record for the past six months (on paper) how often a person will interrupt me when I am with another customer and whether the customer I am with is white, other or even a woman. Well folks it isn't looking good. A good portion of white folk will ignore the fact that I am with someone, especially if they aren't white, or a man. Folks I am getting a little tired of it and I have started getting a little firm with people who commit such acts. I will look at them for a moment and then act like I didn't hear them. I will ignore them or walk past them because I don't think my customers should put up with this. If people merely wait their feckin' turns I will get to them.

Wait in line, wait your turn and be patient. This isn't anarchy. If you are a member of civilization you gotta follow the rules. To quote Walter from The Big Lebowski" "Has the whole world gone crazy? Am I the only one who pays attention to the rules any more? " (mind you he was waving a gun around at the time)

Now I shall go on a walk, return a DVD and think thoughts of dinner.

I am the Samuel Pepys of Livejournal

I went for a nice little walk this afternoon and rented a copy of Ocean's Eleven and Monsoon Wedding. It was one of the cheap days at the video store so I figured I ought to acquire something Mr. Jenner has not seen and something I had not seen. A bit o' culture and a bit o' fineness that is George "everyone's imaginary boyfriend" Clooney. There is a certain mild pleasure I take in walking a few blocks to the local independent video store to find amusing things. I am so impressed with their selection of films. These people have one hell of a foreign film section. (they even have Wonka bars!) I then went on my way to finish a few errands. A long the way there was a slightly out of sorts man who was begging money from every single person. He was even going into shops begging money. I secretly enjoyed him harassing some of the "ladies who lunch" women from Broadmoor (the million plus dollar homes that are in a gated community) as they tried to do their errands. There were many a furrowed brow. I went to a frou-frou shop and lusted after a bag that I want and then I went to the bakery and purchased a loaf of bread and a chocolate tart for tonight's dessert. I picked up the paper as well on my way home. I was a contented sight with my box of dessert, my loaf of bread, the newspaper and DVDs. Immediate satisfaction was mine.
I came home and talked Mr. Jenner into making Toad in the hole for me and then I sat and read the paper awhile.

Tomorrow the day brings many possibilities. Let's hope it won't be irritations.