It was definitely a beautiful weekend downeast. The foliage was spectacular, the skies bright blue. Everything a person could ask for.
But there was also some weirdness going on:
- Late Friday night, while at a convenience store counter waiting to buy a couple of sodas, a totally drunk woman (who in addition to being drunk was upset and crying) steps in front of me to ask for (actually, it was more of a demand) a pack of Marlboros...but it sounded like "erwannapacka...marlbrssss....now!)...this of course reminds me that I do not miss my days working for Cumberland Farms
- In the middle of a huge crowd of people I saw an old man sitting on a curbside bench, head in his hands....a very dirty feather duster sitting next to him.
- Across the street from my hotel's parking lot there was a huge iguana soaking up the sun from a second story window.
- On the way home we passed a general store whose sign read "Guns....Wedding Gowns...Cold Beer". We didn't stop (though probably should have).
(First posted on Mark Is Cranky)
Article comments
1 - Eric Olsen
Marky, So nice you entered it thrice?
2 - DrPat
Wonder what it is in this post that attracted the spammer?
3 - Mark Saleski
that's a good question. i've often wondereded how they pick the posts.
what a frigged up way to make a living.