Same crowd different day

Smelly Irish dude is holding court with his Backgammon board. Asian dude, I don’t know him but he’s in here every day, so I guess that means I know him. Same with cherubic woman on the end there. She’s in here every day.

Guy to the left of me had a lobotomy. I call him the Lobotomy Dude. He sits and stars at his computer screen or he gets up and wanders to the counter. He moans like he’s reciting a song or maybe he’s trying to remember shit and that’s why he moans.

Hunnngh….Muhnnngh…humunghu…and so on.

He was in here one day sitting next to me staring at his computer and he’s moaning. Finally I said, “Are you okay?”

He just kept staring at his screen, moaning a little tune. So I went back to my own business. A moment later, out of the blue, he says. “I had a Labotomy.”

“What?”

“I had a Labotomy. That’s where they remove the front part of your brain. They did that to me. They removed the front part of my brain.”

I don’t see any scars on his forehead.

“Where are your lobotomy scars?” I asked him.

“They do it with Lasers,” he said. “That’s how they do it nowadays. With Lasers. The Lasers desolve the front part of your brain and you are left relaxed and peaceful.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes…I would highly recommend a Lobotomy.”

“You would?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking of women. That’s why I had the Lobotomy. So I could stop thinking about women.”

“So it worked?”

“Yes. I don’t think about women anymore. Everybody’s the same now.”

“That’s nice.”

The end tables

Cherub got up to leave. The Lobotomy dude watched her leave, then rose casually and snagged her empty table.

Here at the office the end tables are prized.

I’m sitting at a end table as I write this. The end tables are prized because you get a counter as part of the deal.

The Lobotomy Dude is now occupying the other prized table here at the office.

He was smart to snag it.

Notice he’s wearing a hat that says STAY HUMAN. He’s wants people to know how important it is to BE HUMAN in this crazy ass world.

I suspect he’s a Boomer.

Only Boomers are capable of showing true empathy. The rest of the human race only pretends. They are all psychopaths biting each other on the ass to get ahead. How do I know this. The west wind told me. It was just before I went into a trance and discovered the golden tablets of Moroni buried in a cave. Anyway, enough about me.

Sweetie Pie

I’m thinking of Sweetie Pie. A gal I used to date. I got a tell you…she was nice. We went out together for maybe five months. She dumped my ass for a Quality Male. But for a while there I was the whole enchilada. I should’ve taken more pictures. I should’ve taken videos.

I think of Sweetie Pie often. Not all the time like the Lobotomy Dude before he had his Lobotomy.

I could have a Lobotomy and stop thinking of Sweetie Pie. But what would be the point in that? I enjoy thinking about women.

Jill St. John

The featured image at the top of my post is not Sweetie Pie. That would be Jill St. John. The Sex Pot Movie Star of the sixties. I was gonna make sweetie pie the featured image but I thought better of it.

I could get in trouble.

All I’m trying to do is liven up this Post a little.

Maybe I’ll go over and introduce myself to The Lobotomy Dude.

I’ve seen him practically every day for months.

I don’t know his name.

I don’t know anybody in here…except the Barista’s. I know all the Barista’s by their first names. The Barista’s at this particular office are the best.

Are they really the best?

I’ll could ask the Lobotomy Dude.