My workplace is very generous when it comes to the 4th of July. In addition to having Friday off for the holiday, we also had yesterday off to celebrate. And since my trip to Puerto Vallarta was cut short, thanks to nasty United Airlines, I had a day at home to run errands, while my fellow cubicle-jockeys were toiling away.
Visiting the supermarket during off-hours is always an interesting experience. I once stopped in during a Sunday night around midnight and saw a few drunk teenagers amid the aisles and this one frail woman who looked like death. Her skin was nearly translucent and she smeared on her red lipstick and eye liner in such a severe fashion that she looked like she had a mask on. She was totally out of it and I figured that she visits the store during off-hours because she'd scare little kids. I kind of felt sorry for her.
And yesterday, as I shopped the aisles, I came across a lady with a parrot on her shoulder! The parrot chirped along to the muzak and they went along their merry way. At one point, I heard screeching coming from one of the checkout lanes and I spotted the lady, sprinting to her bird, shouting, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Later in the day, as I was driving to the
kitty hotel to pick up Stefano DiMera, a man walked in front of my car wearing baggy jeans, an ornate Ed Hardy hoodie and a clown mask. Just going along his business, crossing the street.
It's such a shame that my corporate life prevents me from interacting with more of these characters.
On the way to the Joan Baez concert, our taxi cab may have gotten into an accident. We may have hit this poor, innocent SUV that was waiting to turn right when our driver smashed into his side and exclaimed, "Oh, no. Not again!" 
Puppy and I ended up at a Joan Baez concert with Periwinkle and his friends today. One of the girls in our group may have invited her parents along so that we could treat them to some plastic glasses of wine, but otherwise, it was a fun time and I appreciate that her voice is more pleasant than Britney's.
So, apparently, Puppy broke his foot in Puerto Vallarta and just realized the seriousness of his injuries this week when he went to the hospital. Since he had already committed to taking care of a big doggy named Jupiter, I had to bring him to my house, where Stefano DiMera was on the concerned side.
I just found someplace that serves hash browns at lunch. They weren't that great, but still...
Last night, I settled into the couch to enjoy a night of Ricki Lake. It wasn't my intention to celebrate the erstwhile talk show hostess, but it kind of evolved into that. 
I just rode the muni with quite the character. A man with long dreadlocks and filthy clothes hopped onto the train and sat down, giggling to himself and letting out an occasional "WOO!" He wore a magenta cap adorned with Obama and Cindy Sheehan buttons and clasped a large plastic bag.
My workplace is very generous when it comes to the 4th of July. In addition to having Friday off for the holiday, we also had yesterday off to celebrate. And since my trip to Puerto Vallarta was cut short, thanks to nasty United Airlines, I had a day at home to run errands, while my fellow cubicle-jockeys were toiling away.
