George Bluth Sr., top left.
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George Bluth Sr.
Friday, June 11th, 2010E-train hijinks
Wednesday, June 9th, 2010E train Hijinks
Mothers day for a new mother, Big Deal. What to get. No baseball bat presents would do. My father used to call gifts that you will get as much joy out of, as the person getting it, a baseball bat gift. Nothing regarding any sort of house maintenance. A new laptop it was. Decided. I hopped the E-train to 14th street and walked over to the apple store. I knew what i wanted. I had a Print out of what i wanted. There was almost a one to one costumer to apple sales representative ratio going until I ruined the sweet spot by making one too many customers swimming in the sea of blue shirted apple staff. Finally I was spotted, by Johnny up-sale who was still delirious from his last sale kill. HE swaggered over to me and asked if he could help. Yes, i want a laptop with the following things, a- zed of what it needed followed. Will you be needing any peripheries with that? Mouse, keyboard usb Hub? No just the Laptop with afore mention specs, thanks. How bout a monitor? Nope, Im not sure if you seen the laptops you guys sell but they have monitors, keyboards and mouse pads built right in there, so just the laptop, please. Uh, ok. How bout Apple Care? No, I trust the expert manufacturing and design of apple. Well if you trust us then that even more reason to get the Apple Care, as with it you get so much more… NO thanks JUST the laptop. Poor Johnny Up-sale didn’t quite no what to do, selling me a laptop that already cost 2k wasnt enough for him, he need to feel that high of selling some idiot some crap they could get cheaper somewhere else and further more may have no need for to begin with. I hate being sold to, however i respect the hell out of a good sales man. Johnny was not a good salesman. A good salesman knows his costumer. Johnny should have known i wasn’t a first time apple customer, and seen i knew what i wanted and this was a simple opportunity to keep his numbers going and quickly move on to the next kill. This was not the big one and trying to make it such was a waste of all of our times.
In New York there are several city bus tour outfits, their representatives can be found on almost all the corners surrounding times square and Rockafeller Center. It seems more often then Not these representatives are immigrants. Which is awesome for several reasons, not least ironic of which is that people not from here are taking other people not from here and showing them around. AS if regular new Yorkers are so underwhelmed by the sights of NYC they couldn’t be fucked to show them off. What is most intriguing about these guys is that they need to be able to spot Visitors from Residence, in a place that is newly home. Every now and then Ill pass a new guy, Johnny Up-sale-came-lately and hell try and sign me up for a bus tour.
At any rate, i got the laptop and got back on the E-train to head back to work. On the second stop some ladies, and i use that term lightly got on what was a semi crowded lunchtime train car. The leader of the lady Trio loudly announced it smelled like shit on the train. It smell like shit up in here. It smell like Bayby shit here. And not the young baby shit nether. Dam, yall smell that? Neither of the other two smelled it but were quick to call leader lady crazy. Nah it smell up in here, shit. Somehow this motivated lady number two to pop off with some perfume from her purse. And she proceeded to Douse her self with it. Her last 5 mists were aim right at her cooter area. LIke IN her home plate diamond. Really? Lady what are you thinking, what could possibly be the point of that? Do you often find people sniffin your jeans crotch to see if your the one who is stinkin? Do you have some sort of issue that should have maybe been resolved in the shower this morning before hitting mass transit with some of your less then tactful friends; whom accidentally, no pun in tended, air you out in public?
Anyway theres nothing like ridding the train to remind you of why you dont like riding the train.
Distance Phone Reader
Sunday, May 30th, 2010i love to see older folks embracing new technology, or at least current technology. This guy was reading the paper for a while then got a call or a text or something brought his attention to his phone. He pulled it out of his pocket and held it at good distance, almost in reverence of its power. Delicately looking at the screen to see what it was saying. Gently hitting touching the keys in the order he had spent so much time memorizing with his grand daughter who had taught him how to use ti to surprise the rest of the family. It was easy to tell he was still more comfortable in the analog world, HE had two breast pockets stuffed with analog devices. the right breast pocket crammed with writing utensils of yore; a plethora of ball point pens and mechanical pencils. In the pocket, a pocket sized journal and some envelopes that didn’t quite fit and jutted up above the pocket line. The corners of which would scrape his chin when reading the lower portions of the paper and he had to crane his neck downwards to read. He was a man who believed in the power of the pocket, evidenced by his fisherman’s vest, which is little more then two or three hundred pockets all sewn together into and wearable shelving unit. the hoarders enabling device.
Booger
Saturday, May 29th, 2010Good Times sketches
Monday, May 3rd, 2010Felt Like Booger
Monday, May 3rd, 2010Isrealis and a school girl
Wednesday, April 28th, 2010
Two isreali business dudes, possibly speaking Italian… with gift for recognizing other languages i was mystified. And a school girl, whos age seemed to change with the angle of her face. Clothes said middle school, swagger went back and forth between confident and self conscious. Self conscious mostly when noticing me noticing her picking peanut butter sandwich leaving out her gums…













