Fraize Dotcom

The day was so beautiful we decided to go out for a drive. We drove down to the local Roy Rogers for a burger, and thought we would go to the park, hang out on the swings and eat our lunch. As we pulled into the park, there was an old feller sitting on his Rascal scooter in the middle of the parking lot, staring at a group of kids on the swing set.

Crreeeeeepy.

We pull into the parking space, picking a nice shady spot, pull out our burgers, roll the windows down and start to much away.

“Excuse me,” I hear from over my shoulder. It’s the creepy old guy. He buzzed up to the car window and regarded me from behind his wraparound glasses. “Would you be willing to go to 7-11 for me and buy me a pack of Winstons in the red box?”

My first thought was to say ‘no’ to this old guy, until I started to imagine his poor dejected face, and the awkwardness of watching him roll away sadly. This little pissant boy in his hybrid car says no to me? I fought in Korea, goddammit – piece-o-shit won’t buy me cigarettes…

“Uh, s-sure. No problem,” I reply, putting my burger back in the bag and putting the car in reverse.

His club fist pats his hip. “I ain’t got no money, though…”

I smile. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll be right back.” I back out and wave cordially at the old guy.

“I’ll be waiting right here,” he calls weakly.

As we drive down the road, we pass a 7-11 on the right. “You have no intention of stopping, do you?” asks Heather.

“Nope!” I reply. “Creepy old guy probably isn’t allowed cigarettes anyway. I feel no more guilt in not buying him cigarettes as I would not buying a 14 year old cigarettes.”

“Good point,” says Heather.

This weekend, we’ve been blessed with absolute weather perfection. Breezy and sunny, with low humidity, high of about 71 degrees. SUCK IT, SAN DIEGO!

So, it’s Ren Fest again on Sunday, but today is Open-The-House-And-Get-All-The-Chores-Done day. I swear, sitting in my living room, and smelling the sweet smell of the pre-Fall air is just this side of heaven.

Today I hope to get the lawn mowed, do some laundry, maybe clean and organize my office a little bit better. I’d really like to fire up the grill and cook up something nice for dinner. I could really go for some Krampe-style fajitas right about now. That and a nice crisp Pinot Grigio or Sauvignon Blanc… mmmmm. Why is it that nice weather always gets me thinking about food?