Jul 01 2008
Marilyn Monroe seen with Elvis at Wal-Mart
Greetings, sports fans. I’m having some problems with my hands today from typing too much, so here is a story from a few months ago, one of my best. A classic, you could say.
One Gold Dollar
So last Friday I went to the anime club at Caltech and I parked in the garage and the little ticket machine gave me gold dollars in change.
Today, I had one gold dollar left. And a few quarters. So I went to Santa Monica to “audition” for the SAT teaching job I told you about. And this is how it went…
*fade to black and white flashback with voiceover of Steve’s thoughts*
So I had a gig at 6pm, and having never been there before I decided to leave about 4:15 or so. I took the 2 to the 5 to the 110 to the 10, which adds up to 127, if you were counting. Santa Monica is a place I’ve never been. 7th Street driving in was a parade of homeless folks on the sidewalk, and when I parked there was a mix of them along with well coiffed ladies in thousand dollar dresses and a bit too much perfume.
I was early. Way early. I parked on the street next to a parking meter and thought: right, money. There was a 2 hour limit. I took all the change I had and put it in the meter for an hour and 48 minutes. That would keep me till about 6:30. It would have to be enough, since the meter wouldn’t take my one gold dollar.
I had a craving for a cheeseburger but the only places around were delis and restaurants, and I strolled over to the Borders to waste a half an hour. I saw books I liked, and didn’t buy them of course. Walked back out, popped into the 7-11 and bought me a pack of those peanut butter and cheese crackers for 30 cents. I paid with my one gold dollar.
On the way back to my car, with a cracker in my mouth a homeless guy asked me for change. I said, “Sorry bud, but it’s gotta go feed the meter.” I plunked two quarters in for good measure, and then handed the guy my last two dimes. I said, “Here, it’s all I got.” And that’s how I spent my one gold dollar.
*fades back to normal*
Picture of the Day
Apparently, the Captcha filter for this blog is trying to tell me something. I got this yesterday after I posted my blog.
I’m not even Italian!
