Tag: food

What goes around comes around. On August 29, 2006, a 20.00USD note has been given to a homeless lady with very clear blue eyes and dirty blond hair. On August 14, 2006, the same 20.00 USD note came back to me somehow. I reached down to pick up the note and quickly stuffed it into my black fanny pack.

I noticed that a white guy in dark sunglasses walked behind my car prior to getting into his broken gray car also. I am assuming either him or another white guy had planted that note underneath the right wheel tire of my gray Mustang, which was parked to on the street to the left of Jon Jon’s BBQ place nearby our neighborhood.

This discover was after Paw and I had returned from our second run to purchase the number eleven meal of Tri-Tip, Spear Rib, Chicken, two slices of white bread and two small samplings of red beans and potato salad. This was my idea — a quick inquiry to Brat if he and Twit wanted to eat for lunch prior to their going on vacation.

Earlier, we had bought a half slab of ribs (of five pieces) for over 12.00USD notes after tax. This seemed expensive and I thought this would be enough for the twosome but was sent back to order for our dinner (the number 11) by Maw, who was waiting inside my car. I thought one piece per person of ribs would feed us well for lunch. I miscalculated again for the ones with heartier appetites.

So after the second run, we left to drop off the food at home after my purchasing another full tank of gasoline. Then off we went to drop off the lunch at the twosome’s place. I passed on my blessed note to him. He placed that on the counter then stuffed it in his left back pocket of his rotting sweat pants. At the same time, I got the main key and code to their house. I suppose I am a trusted one and the obvious pick for convenience as well, since I’ve not work or other responsibilities at hand.

Later, the three were at the Great Mall in Milpitas, CA. After two walks around the mall with Paw, Maw was talking with another older Filipina, who was living on her own. Their stories happens to be similar those elderly, who choose to not live with their children (due to the in-laws mostly).

I sat almost motionless for about an hour before my rear end protested to get up and go. My vitamin supplements helped reduce the tingling feeling in my lower extremities – toes, ankles and knees. I did nothing else but stare at the water fountain and held my palms upward with the middle fingers mocking a flicking position.

Around 01:30PM, the sun worked its way from left to right across from my seating area. The skylight provided good visibility of the place where children played as their caretakers and strange goons looked behind shades to dark to be worn indoors. Those I flicked off discretely, of course.

We went home and then ate lunch. Then I blogged as the day of clear blue sky and warm days continued to provide me comfort from my upstairs bedroom and with a view of the westward skies. After few more hours later I played the roll of taxi driver to the twosome.

Our travel began around 05:05PM after they bade Paw and Maw their farewells and while I waited in the car. Our arrival at the San Francisco airport was around 05:55PM. Brat encountered a male friend directly in front of us. The traffic didn’t start until after thirty minutes of driving around 70 miles per hour on the carpool lane.

My travel home was about one hour as well. The radio was turned off because I needed to concentrate on my driving behind my very dark shades. The ride was enjoyable as I drove calmly on the slow lanes to the right of northbound HWY 101. The air conditioner worked fine to cool my brain, too.

Dinner was taken and more blogging was done. Today was done without motives. My projected anger at the twosome has been replaced with a temporary ego of giving – food, a note and a free ride. Their handshakes of thanks (first the boy and then the girl) through my passenger window was sufficient.

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