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Woke up around 6:00 a.m. without wanting to. Maybe it's internal or maybe it's birds who are louder than normal. Watched TV. Ebola, Ebola, Ebola. Got up and made breakfast. The frozen waffles seemed to have thawed out and been refrozen. The expensive fresh juice tasted not so good. The expensive organic bacon is weird, but I knew it would be. Sigh. Looked at a text from Monday that I was afraid to look at earlier but it was good news. Need to find a phone number for that situation, though. Aggressive auto-correct fought with me twice already on this post.
At about 10:00 a.m. I had to leave the apartment unexpectedly and spend the day out. I went and got some car business taken care of. They made the relevant sticker smaller than they used to be, so everyone can see the residue of the old stickers and the razor cuts you made to slash them. Aargh. I did get that done and I happened to have just enough cash for that on me.
Then I came to the large mall where I am now. I had to use the bathroom. My car surges at idle. For some reason it is even harder to park here on a weekday than a weekend, although it should be the opposite. Everyone was on my shit list. You, why do you have your lights on if you aren't backing out? You, why are you gay-walking? Swish any harder and you'll set off a car alarm. Which of these cars is yours? That one? That one? That one? Why do I feel your car isn't on this row? This row is almost done and there isn't anywhere else to park. Oh, you're going to smoke a cigarette. Normally I would hate you for that but right now there's too many other reasons. There's a forty-year old Asian woman with a shopping bag and a van. Estimated departure time--too damn long, but I don't have anything else right now. She puts the bag in the back of the van. Then she goes up to the driver's door and is moving around outside of it. Back and forth. For a while. She's still not in the van. Then she is walking through the cars to the next row and back to the mall. False alarm. Now there's an elderly woman looking at a car and touching it. She walks on and now she's touching a security golf cart.
In spite of these trials, eventually, I found a spot. I went to the lounge on the top floor of the mall. It's like a miracle to me. There is a open air lounge with soft couches and chairs. There what are probably homeless people sitting there, as well as some others. That makes me think, why couldn't a homeless shelter be like this, like a nice hotel that people could just go to and be treated graciously? And anyone else who needs it. Sigh. There's another lounge inside of the bathroom, a baby changing room with miles of counters, and rows of toilets that are spacious and clean. Everything is light colored faux stone tiles and counters. The whole thing is like sixty years ago in a nice hotel. It makes you feel like unfolding. Why can't the whole world be like this? What would my life be like then? It would work!
At about 10:00 a.m. I had to leave the apartment unexpectedly and spend the day out. I went and got some car business taken care of. They made the relevant sticker smaller than they used to be, so everyone can see the residue of the old stickers and the razor cuts you made to slash them. Aargh. I did get that done and I happened to have just enough cash for that on me.
Then I came to the large mall where I am now. I had to use the bathroom. My car surges at idle. For some reason it is even harder to park here on a weekday than a weekend, although it should be the opposite. Everyone was on my shit list. You, why do you have your lights on if you aren't backing out? You, why are you gay-walking? Swish any harder and you'll set off a car alarm. Which of these cars is yours? That one? That one? That one? Why do I feel your car isn't on this row? This row is almost done and there isn't anywhere else to park. Oh, you're going to smoke a cigarette. Normally I would hate you for that but right now there's too many other reasons. There's a forty-year old Asian woman with a shopping bag and a van. Estimated departure time--too damn long, but I don't have anything else right now. She puts the bag in the back of the van. Then she goes up to the driver's door and is moving around outside of it. Back and forth. For a while. She's still not in the van. Then she is walking through the cars to the next row and back to the mall. False alarm. Now there's an elderly woman looking at a car and touching it. She walks on and now she's touching a security golf cart.
In spite of these trials, eventually, I found a spot. I went to the lounge on the top floor of the mall. It's like a miracle to me. There is a open air lounge with soft couches and chairs. There what are probably homeless people sitting there, as well as some others. That makes me think, why couldn't a homeless shelter be like this, like a nice hotel that people could just go to and be treated graciously? And anyone else who needs it. Sigh. There's another lounge inside of the bathroom, a baby changing room with miles of counters, and rows of toilets that are spacious and clean. Everything is light colored faux stone tiles and counters. The whole thing is like sixty years ago in a nice hotel. It makes you feel like unfolding. Why can't the whole world be like this? What would my life be like then? It would work!
