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The pants that hung on the racks
It was easy to see that these weren't right for me
So I moved to the ones in the stacks
As I looked and I looked and I looked and I looked
It finally began to hit me
That no matter the style
No matter the brand
Not one of these pants would fit me!
I'm not a great man or that tall when I stand
But a size 32, (ok 33), was my wish
But the tags were ...
... trying to avoid fast food if I can help it, I've been frequenting the restaurants at The Podium mall, which are generally mid-grade, which is at the top end of my comfort zone. I'd visited the Chelsea Cafe, the Mediterranean Kafe, and the creepy clown Italian bistro. There was also the Vienna Cafe, at which I ate some kind of chicken and eggplant club sandwich. Not bad.
So, in my attempt to try all of the restaurants accessible ...
... in the afternoon otherwise I will have to pull an all night work bender. So, stolen Saturday, stubby Monday.
Church this Sunday was again pretty sweet. The band that normally runs the 3 pm tagalog language service showed up at the 10:30 am and really spiced the place up. We had some clapping issues again, this time with half the folks opting for an out of time 1 and 3 beat vs. the legitimate 2 and 4. I sat in the front, kept calm and clapped on. The ...
... me and goes, "Siiirrr, belt?" You know, if I wanted a belt, I would've stopped in the belt area. A belt is an intentional purchase, not an impulse buy. I can't imagine that this is a successful sales tactic. I said "No, thank you" and continued moving on towards the socks. Literally two steps later, a young man thrusts a belt at me and says, "Belt, siiirrr?" No. No, I do not want a belt. Sheesh. I checked my pants level to make sure they weren't profiling me ...
... hours on early Sunday mornings, you might catch it taking a wee little nap.
I was determined to do something this morning so I headed due east for a few blocks and started wandering around. Like I said, there were only a few shops open, notably a Mr. Donut and some sort of under-organized street market with 4-5 vendors. I didn't have any pesos and most of the smaller shops don't take a credit card so I was kind of stuck just ...