Mining (not really redux)
I went mining the other morning. Evening. Sometime.
“Life is a freak show – I just do the charts.” (original source)
Preceded by Sex & Cash.
That was just weird. Wandered over to a coffee shop to meet a client, who was running late. I was quietly, and as unobtrusive as I could be, observing a lad make conversation to a clutch of females. In walks a another girl. I tap her on the shoulder.
“I was here first, you’re following me.”
Grin.
She introduced me to the guy, her boyfriend. We sat, chatted, and then they moved on. Next client.
I wandered down the hill, crossed a bridge, checked the PO Box for promised funds, which did arrive, and then I wandered on out to another coffee shop.
“Hi Kramer,” times three. Pisces, Taurus, Leo, Gemini. Four. Whatever.
On homeward, I noted a car, on the way to the bank. I was on the way to the bank, the car was just sitting there.
One of those would make a cool home.
Unrelated:
Little fish before dinner. Jig pole. Jig. Fish.
