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She parked in her spot, so her parked in Photo‘s spot. Photo man is pissed and parked in someone else’s spot out front. He also left a nasty note on her‘s vehicle.
Fingers are pointing and blame is firing through the building as we speak.
Moral of the story: Park in your own damn spot.
Spring is springing here in Boulder.
Sure, the weather’s warming and the robin has returned.
Arguably the best indicator, however, is the recent reappearance of the sprinkler … something I was made aware of just this morning.
No, I didn’t just see it; I rode my little red bicycle right through it’s jet stream.
See, for all of the participants in and graduates from higher education who live here, it seems that the difference between cement, asphalt and grass remains a mystery.
Similarly, for all of those environmental Nazis, er, advocates, you’d think that they’d be concerned enough about wasting water to at least direct the sprinkler’s water flow in the direction of something that’s some hue of green.
Alas.
I love Boulder’s summer months, but the sprinkler conundrum continues to miff me.
So the following confession might put me in the same camp as Scar from the “Lion King,” Stalin or Satan, but I’ll admit it: I like Starbucks.
I love that I can get a coffee for $1.50.
I love that I can get a refill on that cup of coffee for free.
But even I will admit that charging $1 for a banana is a nefarious transgression against all humankind.
So picture this.
You’re out on your morning run. It’s early for a Saturday, about 7:30.
You’ve got another 30 minutes to go in the jog to get in your full hour, but you’re feeling fine, so there’s no worries, not too much huffing and puffing.
But then you see it. A sign. And big bold letters: FREE STUFF.
And it’s not bad stuff either.
So do you run by, hoping that if you dash back home, which lies a considerable distance away, that the schwag will still be there when you get back with your car?
Do you run by, lamenting to yourself, but admitting you probably didn’t need any of it anyways?
Or do you snag the best couple of things, a book and a four-foot-long photo board, and run back home, awkwardly, and wondering all the while if a cop is going to pull over and chastise you for robbing the Salvation Army?
My thoughts: Damn, it’s hard to pass up free.
Got a text last night from a friend asking if Mike and I wanted to go to a delicious Mexican restaurant here in Boulder, Efrains. Having already made dinner plans with some other buddies (see last post about the Reese’s debacle), I couldn’t go.
So I didn’t respond to the texto.
However, on a different occasion, I’d planned to go to said restauranté only to find out it was closed on Sundays.
When I noticed the text, I distinctly remember thinking to myself, “Hmm, good luck eating there. That place is closed today.” I chuckled and deleted the message.
In retrospect it wouldn’t have been that difficult to tell Jess that I couldn’t go.
And it probably would have be thoughtful to advise her and her fiancé to pick a different dining option, thereby saving them the wasted trip.
Oops.