I went out for a drink after work today with a co-worker, he’s the nearest thing to a friend that I have at my workplace. I typically just want to go home after work, but decided to go anyway. We ordered a couple of beers and shot the shit for a while. “So, how’s the blogging going?”
I thought about for a moment and said, “Funny you should ask, because I have been getting really sick of it lately.” I wiped imaginary crumbs off the table. “I guess I am feeling tapped out and nothing funny seems to be coming to me.”
” I find that hard to believe Robert, honestly your one of the funniest guys I know.”
“I don’t know about that.”
Just then, our waitress, Rose, set our beers on the table. She was a big girl, a chunky woman in her thirties, with an easy smile and 80′s style bangs covering her forehead. We’re talking really big bangs here. After she left, I said, “Did you see the size of her bangs?”
He looked at her as she went behind the bar, “Yea, I’d say she was kicking it old school.”
“Old school hell, she looks like she has a piece of fried chicken taped to her forehead.”
My friend laughed out loud, “Dude, that’s what I’m talking about, that’s hilarious.”
“Maybe.”
I sensed he was trying to cheer me up. “Honestly, Alice still believes you worked for, what was it, that government agency that had something to do with furniture, what was that called?”
I did remember that crack, “Oh, right, the Bureau of Getting Furniture.”
“Exactly, that was great, she still thinks that’s real.”
I shook my head and smiled. We had a second beer and he continued to encourage me and finally said, “Dude, you could write about this on your blog.”
I thought about it on the way home and decided he was right. So I did.
Random Marginalia From People On Lithium