Sunday September 21 2014

China Wokking (September 21 2014)[i]

Waking up at 11:20 a.m.

Honey Crunch n Oats with Blueberries and Almond Milk.

All day shift at China Wok.

While delivering an order to Lisa Square I see a couple of black boys throwing a practically deflated basketball around in the street. I offer to pump it up for them since I keep an air pump in my car at all times. Maybe those little boys will learn to dribble the ball now. I'd like to imagine at least one of them will pursue basketball as a career because of this little gesture.

Salmon Jerky. Falafel Chips with Hummus. Honey Green Tea.

Today is the last day of the big air show. Even though it is a constant disturbance to hear those planes crack through the sky every couple minutes it's still cool to see the formation of the Blue Angels and the old school fighter jets. Appropriately, I'm simultaneously delivering to the neighborhood with street names like, "Streamline Drive", "Jet Circle", "Fighter Drive", "Plane Circle", and "Air Station Drive".

Blue Angels (September 21 2014)

Ana's Homemade Granola.

Ana stops by and rides around with me like usual. And as usual whenever I'm in her presence she brings out of me these analytical rants. This time it's about attitude and how it's directly related to how ignorant a person is. In my experience I've found that when a person is genuinely happy in their life they are more open to learning new things. And when a person grows up with a grudge and holds in a lot of anger they are closed off to the world so to speak. In the end I come up with this statement: Happiness is synonymous with open-mindedness and anger with close-mindedness.

Honey Crisp Apple.

I get stuck making a delivery out to Tivoli Crescent, an apartment complex off Holland Road, far enough that it should be out of our delivery range but of course my bosses accept the order anyway. I'm already a littler angered I have to drive way out here in the first place. Two happy little dogs greet me at the door. I pet them for a while until the customer retrieves the cash. Finally, he comes back with $23.25. The order is $23.20. This is the moment I dread every time someone is about to stiff me. I could just walk away and sulk it off or I could panhandle a little bit.

"No tip?" I ask. I can tell I just shot him with a little guilt gun. He walks away and comes back with a five-dollar bill. Score! All it took was two words to get a tip. Sometimes you gotta earn it. You can't always expect tips to just fall in your lap. Some customers need extra work.

Off work and back home.

Bourbon Chicken with Broccoli, Snow Peas, Onions, and Rice.


Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] Images by me.

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