Sunday July 21 2013

Four Angels (July 21 2013)[i]

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Hanging out in Heaven & Earth, a Christian bookstore I remember as a child. Phil Gray brought a videotape to play on the TV near the register. It shows an infomercial done by a Baptist church to spread their doctrine. The scenarios are ridiculously cheesy and laughable. Later, Phil and I grab a cup of coffee around the corner at a café.

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Waking up just after 11:30 a.m.

Cantaloupe for breakfast.

All day shift at China Wok.

The boss's daughters are here again. I'm assuming this will be the case most of the summer. They're smiling and bright as usual.

Slow business for the first few hours but after that it picks up dramatically. Non-stop delivering with hardly a moment to spare.

Snacking on Goldfish Crackers.

Eventually I manage to squeeze in a stop at the house. Skipp came by again and dropped off a ton of more food goodies. I snag a Chicken Salad Croissant.

It's the season of sticky skin and sweltering hot environments. 96 degrees today. Yay, summer.

Hot Pink Cruiser (July 21 2013)

Frustrated with the day's relentless supply of two-dollar tips. $2 is not good compared to all the driving I'm doing and especially considering that almost every customer is choosing to reward me with this cursed number.

In the car I cry out, "I guess today's magic number is 2!!!"

Darren comes in to help with the dinner shift. After he leaves Ling, my boss, asks if I'll be able to handle everything on my own as the only driver. I reply, "Of course. I'm Superman!" Both the chef and him laugh.


Four orders come up. I make a bet that I can deliver all four of them in under 25 minutes. I come back in 23. 

Me: "See? Four deliveries in 23 minutes. I'm Superman!"

It's after 10 p.m. and not an order in sight. Behind the counter I finish up the snapping of the snow peas while Ling continues on about globalization and how the value of Japanese money is down making all their cars dramatically cheap here in America. He tends to repeat the same words a lot because he just isn't proficient in the English language. I mean I can't imagine if he was how much he would have to say. He's a smart and well-cultured guy.

Back home.

Immediately before I settle down I decide to clean up the dishes and mess made by Kevin and his friends. Last night I powdered down the living room with diatomaceous earth to destroy any remaining fleas. I finish the process by vacuuming up every nook and cranny in the couches and carpet. Hard work.

Upstairs in my room enjoying Vegetable Moo Shu and a Belgian Ale while watching Confessions of a Dangerous Mind (2002).

Milk. Milk. Milk.

Sleep 4:30 a.m.

[i] All images by me.

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