you got stank on you (a throwback)

the last exchange of the day:

“that gatorade gonna do it, man?”
“that, and ten dollars on pump eight”
“okay, that’ll be…”
“dude, you DO realize there’s a rather large bug on your shirt, right?”
(this particular texaco has a drive-thru window and i think that’s where he picked up his ‘friend’)
“what? oh…damn…”
(he pulls at his shirt so the bug falls, and then steps closer to the counter to hand me my receipt to sign)
“did you just STEP on it?”
“yeah….why? is that a PROBLEM?”
“you were born and raised here in SA, weren’t you?”
“uh-huh…why?”
“because people who WEREN’T raised in the city in central texas know what a STINK BUG is…”
” a WHAT? *he sniffs the air* oh DAMN!!!”

that was not only a good-bye for the day to the south side, but to san antonio in general…it was nine o’clock in the p.m., about four hours AFTER i had planned on leaving…it was a visit that saw me go into a star bucks and walk out with a drink for the first time EVER (why does nobody believe me on that? next time i might actually try their coffee…) and keeping the “firsts” bit alive also saw me go to the texas road house for the first time ever (GREAT ribs)…the latter of which had me joined by kimberly, the porn-star in training, who was owed dinner and a mega-extreme chocolate blizzard from the dairy queen by the idiot (me) who surprised her at her pool, didn’t shut the gate all the way, and therefore ended up freeing beuford, the basset hound in training, when we ran inside so she could get dressed…then we got to go on a puppy hunt through the neighborhood…i figured a half slab of ribs and a half ton of dairy queen chocolate was a cheaper deal then a half a year of “emotional trauma” therapy from the scarring that may have occurred when beuf got loose…nice when you can settle such matters with some hot, firm meat sliding down a woman’s throat, huh?

welcome to the wonderful world of dealing with porn (in training) folk…

this was triple-threat tuesday in san antonio for me…i pulled the stuff out of three no-longer ticket outlets, checked on three others (the last of which i turned into an outlet upon arrival) and hung out with gorgeous women…all of whom are gorgeous in their own unique little ways.

after slipping some meat in kimberly’s mouth (remember, we ARE talking about the ribs, here) i headed to the south side to see my friend angel (for the first time in 2002, just to keep that ‘firsts’ thread flowing), who had TRIED in vain to stop by my last work stop and missed me by THAT much (holds fingers slightly apart). the south side is EVERYTHING i’ve heard about it and more, complete with neighbors that have the vanity plate “FELAN” (i am SO not making that up..and yes, i know it’s misspelled…) after a couple hours of front-porch-seated life advice, love advice, and doggie advice (she just wrapped up her vet degree from purdue earlier this spring) i was resolved to letting copper chill at the vets another day or so (so they can make sure she’s not pulling at her stitches, which since i work wednesday and thursday i CAN’T do; but since i’m taking friday off i can watch her through the weekend), and went to head home, which is where the stink-bug incident occurred…