I'm just back from the coffee shop. Got what I usually get when I'm feeling the midafternoon lull. I'm not sure what it's called in the true Italian coffee parlance, but I know it as a blackeye. It's a large coffee with two shots of espresso. Picks your ass right up. Anyway, I'm beginning to think they are putting something in their drinks. Remember a few weeks back when I ran into my old neighbor kid, all grown up into a self-conscious and fey twink? Well, witness this little exchange as I walked up to the counter at the same time as a military recruiter in his full camou gear:
ME: Oh, you go ahead.
GI Joe: Thanks, sir. I'll have a ummmm...a mocha please. I'm gonna be bad today.
ME: It's good to be bad sometimes.
GI Joe: Yeah, but I'm bad alot.
ME: Sugar, chocolate and caffeine all wrapped up in one convenient and attractive package. There are worse things. ::giving him the once over:: You look like you can afford it.
GI Joe: If I didn't work out so much, I'd be as big as a house.
Hmmmm, I think GI Joe was actually GI Mo (or GI Stephen). "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" indeed.