I am writing to you from the discomfort of my small iPhone. It’s not one of the new ones, because I haven’t needed or wanted to upgrade.
I find myself in Philadelphia — a bad city filled with barbarous people. There isn’t anything remotely good about my day, as I’ve been dealing with tech issues, relating to my iPad. When on the road, I blog from my trusty iPad. It isn’t a very good device by any definition. At the present, I’m factory resetting it from a Starbucks — which has me angered to a large degree, mostly because of the data lost and the time it’s taking to restore my settings.
I attempted to eat lunch at a corporate cafeteria, but quickly found myself disgusted by the surroundings.
Upon entering, my shoes slipped from the layers of grease that had never been washed off by a competent janitor. The chef’s station was a bedraggled one, befit with a middle aged black man who hated his job. His work area was one of abject filth and he didn’t want to acknowledge my presence, so I walked away to get a cup of coffee.
I filled a cup and topped it off with half and half. At the cash register, I spilled some on the counter, but no one cared. The place was so depressing, I didn’t want to clean it up, so I just left it there to serve as a reminder to those who followed me that this was a horrible place to eat.
The decor was absurd — an all red room, with a giant boom box radio playing the latest hits, arrogantly loud. Just underneath the radio was a tray, filled with little trickets. There was a wrapped present on it, obviously left over from Christmas. I wondered what year it had been placed there — because it was really dusty. Towards the back of the room was a gigantic Asian inspired beach umbrella — just sitting there for no good reason. I was reminded that the decor was Asian inspired. Then I asked, ‘then why don’t they serve Asian food here?’
My question was left unanswered.
The employees milled about, ignorant to their wretched surroundings. I never did take a sip of the coffee. I tossed it away in the garbage, hoping that it leaked out of the bag, causing grief for the lazy janitor.
Shortly thereafter, I drove to Starbucks, first getting lost for 15 mins. I read a tweet from a CNN reporter that Trump told members of Congress that he wanted to wage war with Syria. I hate Trump now.
I bought a spinach, feta, wrap and it smells disgusting. I’m sipping on a venti flat white, sitting with the black dog, listening to bad music, wondering where it all went wrong.
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A+ post. Glad to know that “The Fly” suffers from the torment of the mortal existence with the rest of us.
That’s an illusion
the life of a trader. highest of highs, and depressing lows. rarely a middle.
I’ve been in a similar funk all week. A dark cloud looms over my head, even though the sun finally came out. Not sure what it is. Nervous system fatigue, boredom, a bit of both maybe.
…all that and then imagine what it will be like if the scheming zionists get their big WAR with Russia so they can take their financial system down to proceed with NWO based on global, fiat of course, currency.
How many times did you get dropped as a little malyshka?
Are you aware of the more mainstream spelling of “sacrilege?” Too mainstream I take it.
…and that’s why you are a turd as in ‘a piece of excrement’ cuz the “sarc” as in ‘sarcasm’ evades you.
Whoa, my bad, that was actually really clever, it just went way over my shitty head. Joke just gave be a “sarcgasm”. All over this piece.
Fly, go to Monk’s Cafe on 16th Street.
First place to have Chimay on tap in North America.
http://www.monkscafe.com/
Bannon kick out of NSC and now moar regime change in Syria on the table. Not a good idea. Trump better listen to the nationalists on this one or he risks losing his base.
I think you’re assuming too much about his base. Most people have 0 idea what nationalism even means. They think it’s another word for patriotism. His base is just regular old America. Hoping their 1950’s manufacturing jobs come home.
Dr. Fly, your writing is truly classic. I could sense being along next to you on your harrowing day. Hoping your IPad gets back to normal as well as your day. I agree with you on the IPhone. I too have never felt the need to upgrade my IPhone 4.
I bet some whipped cream in that flat white would lift those melancholy spirits, Mr. Fly.
Where you went wrong:
One – – you should’ve thrown your iPhone in the trash at the first sign of sass. Never take any guff from an in animate object.
Two — you shouldn’t try to make a meal at a corporate shit hole restaurant. Next time try 7-Eleven. I recommend the sour cream and green onion microwavable burrito, washed down with a bottle of Andre pink. Plus, the guys hanging out back drinking beer out of 22 ounce cans in paper bags make better company than the dorks in the restaurant.
Three – – you should always keep a bottle of cheap swill in your glove box, and a little half pint of swill in your inside jacket pocket for days such as this.
Feel better soon!
Yo. Realz?
We have good soft pretzels.