This morning, as I board my big green chariot, I notice that the role of Steve has been replaced by Barry White.
At least that’s what he sounds like.
I don’t want to ruin the likely ridiculous assumption I have of this person’s appearance, so it’s best not to look as I walk past.
Besides, that’s a whole other level of talking and friendly banter that I’m not comfortable with.
Asking trivial questions, pretending to care…please view my previous post, “The Art of Small Talk” for more of my thoughts on the topic.
I’ve reach the asinine point where I have enough old blogging material to regurgitate it in newer posts.
3 years of formalized study and I finally know what it feels like to be a true Journalist.
I mull this over.
I decide to avoid the signature head nod to Barry, because having no friends is enough.
As I take my usual perch, I realize there’s no stupid signage, no intelligent reflections, not even a song in my head.
About to admit failure, that my blog peaked with “The tragic backstory of vandals” (you really should be writing these down), I look for inspiration.
I’d hate to let down my 3 readers.
I find my inspiration through this guy.
You know that feeling you get when people are kind to you?
I’ve been told that most people with souls call that “care.”
Nah. That can’t be right.
Talk about delusion.
I found Squirtle the Pokemon Stuffie in my bag on the way to work.
My Pokemon loving nephew Gianni claims he didn’t put him in there, so I decided to play along.
Squirtle became my assistant for the day.
Here’s what a typical day entails.
It’s important to note Squirtle is 12.5% female.
That gives him a capacity to learn. But he seemed kinda lazy, making the male hormone most prevalent.
I’m not sure what language he’s written in. I don’t speak pokemonese. Maybe Gianni does.
My little Junior Job Developer!
I didn’t appreciate him using my sweetener (yes, when you do the majority of the pilfering it’s yours) but I felt charitable.
It’s my calendar’s November but it really should be March.
Squirtle’s didn’t register. He didn’t seemed concerned. Oh well, lunch time!
He said it was the best 40 seconds of the day, and took a real liking to the orange monster on the right.
I wonder why.
It was the best part of the day until I surprised him with this walk:
As a fellow water bearer Aquarius, I enjoy these places too.
Before we left for the day, Squirtle presented me with this token of his appreciation:
You’re very welcome.