Saturday April 27 2013

Beauty is Lucrative. From Habibi.*

Alarm goes off at 10:40 a.m.

Bagel with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

It’s a whopping 73 degrees outside. During a few deliveries to the oceanfront I’m privileged enough to experience the swarming flocks of people causing all kinds of traffic. Everyone’s at the beach today.

Five Guys French Fries with Ketchup. Water.

Darren comes in to help with the dinner shift. The beach area is a madhouse, herds of black people, young adults, and general tourists. I’ll quote Darren, “Dude its like a rap video down here.” Tomorrow we’ll read in the news this:
[VIRGINIA BEACH OCEANFRONT ROCKED BY VIOLENCE: Per the Virginian-Pilot, “Violence broke out across several blocks near the Oceanfront late Saturday and early Sunday, leaving several people injured and many more concerned after an event drew thousands of young adults. Police reported three shootings, three incidents in which a person was cut and three robberies. All happened over 4 hours between 17th Street and 33rd Street near the Oceanfront. Calls for the first incidents – a shooting in the 2000 block of Atlantic Ave., and a simple assault and larceny at 21st Street and Pacific Avenue – both came at 11:23 p.m., police said. The second shooting was reported at 2:58 a.m., in the 300 block of 33rd St. The third shooting, and the last call for violence, came at 3:13 a.m., at 27th Street and Atlantic Avenue. Virginia Beach Mayor Will Sessoms estimated 30,000 to 40,000 people were at the Oceanfront this weekend. One of the festivities was “College Beach Weekend 2013.”]

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Blueberry Greek Yogurt.

I just finished delivering to a pack of snobby ignorant black teenagers at The Grand Ocean hotel on 11th. They all paid separately, which makes it a minor hassle. I look through the receipts and notice a peculiar thing. Most people when they sign a credit slip with the intention of not tipping they’ll just leave it blank or rewrite the original total or even slash a line through the tip space. But this one girl decided to spell out the word “NO” in all caps in the tip space. I’ve never seen that before. It’s as if I asked her, “Will you tip me please?” and her reply is “NO”. Wow. Hope in humanity is lost.

NO tip (April 27 2013)

Off work and back home.

Hot and Sour Soup. Broccoli, Snow Peas, and Rice.

Watching Love (2011).

Fortune cookie says, “The aim of education is to teach us how to think, not what to think.”

Sometimes when I wake up, I feel like I'm still sleeping. I feel like all the colours and shapes of the world have collided, and all I can do is just sit there and watch.

Apple Pie and a Cinnamon Roll. Honey Oolong Tea.

Researching – getting lost in a Wikipedia link chain mostly on space exploration.

Sleep real late.

* Pale Blue Dot. Voyager 1. June 6 1990.

NO tip. Image by me.

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