As always, I had trouble falling asleep last night, but I woke up at 7:45, which meant I had time for 2 (two) cups of coffee and extra cuddling with my Emily before I had to leave for work.
Work is great. I’m continuing with the Adult Fiction shifting, and it makes me happy to do it. There’s something “zen”, for me, about organizing and displaying library items so that they look inviting and are easy to locate.
So…on my way home for lunch (a 9/10 of a mile drive), I nearly got into an altercation with a person who was standing in the street, talking on her phone.
I said, “Get out of the road,” and she went OFF, yelling at me.
She tried to spit on me but spit on Shelley (my frankencar) instead.
ON. MY. CAR.
Stay classy, Vallejo.
I threw Shelley into park and unhooked my seatbelt.
She leaned into my car door and said, “What are you gonna do about it?” so I opened Shelley’s door, pushing her away from me.
Her little friend popped up and yelled, “Why would you push her with your car door?!?” and I replied, “Because she spit on my Fucking Car!”
Then I swung my legs out and stood up.
And they all stepped back just a bit.
Thus, these little millennials (Gen Z? I dunno, they all look 12 to me now) decided to start sauntering back toward the sidewalk, talking smack the whole way.
I said, “Stop standing in the road,” and the original road-blocker yelled at me, “You’re Still Talking Shit!”
So I used my Bartender voice, and said, “AND YOU’RE STILL IN THE ROAD!”
Then I drove home for lunch and kitty affection.
My Mom raised a lady, but I’m from Fresno, chica. I’ll pull some Chola action outa my back pocket and beat you down with it.
Anywho…I went back to work after lunch and all was well in my world.
I’m home, with my Emily on my lap, thinking about what to make for dinner…
…made 3-cheese tortellini with pesto. 😋 🥣
Tomorrow is another day, where I hope to make better choices.