Yeah. Still playing catch up.
Thursday morning we went to Smitty's in the downtown. We both had the Salmon Eggs Benny. I think the appeal of that place for breakfast is behind us. The coffee is on repeat. You can drink as much of it as you want for one price. But the coffee tastes such that you're a hero in my book if you can finish one cup. And the salmon was salty in a way that I cannot express in polite words. I don't think we're going back.
I look pretty happy, don't I?
We had a party after work, so a bunch of us hied over there to the Dooly's pool hall on Kempt Road. Place is like the Tardis inside. Seems so small from the outside. Huge and sprawling inside. We had pizza and finger foods and allegedly some prizes. I bugged out of there just past 5:30.
Helen's hair place is pretty much next door. I needed a bit of a trim so I went in, and here is what happened:
I swear Helen cut a lot of hair off me, but Patricia couldn't notice the difference. I was a little hurt.
Helen washed my hair after cutting it, running her expert fingers over my scalp with such passion and ferocity that I felt like a rag doll in the jaws of a bear. I decided to let her have her way with me, to go along for the ride, to see where this would go. At one point, my foot started pounding the floor, as if I were a dog whose back is getting scratched. I may have shouted out the pin number to my bank card while reaching for my wallet. It is possible I asked her to marry me. I can no longer remember. I was not responsible for my actions.
All too soon, after buying scores of unneeded hair care products and leaving a mighty fine tip, I found myself outside, and alone, my nose pressed up to the window, waving to this magnificent woman, who had moved on to her next... client. I felt used and used up and made my way back to the car, where I could cry in peace.
Sigh.
Day four in the 2018 Christmas Tie Extravaganza was history.
What would happen next?
Wait a few minutes and you'll know.
Bevboy
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