Mother’s day brunch, a customer watched me pay extra special attention to Christina’s mother, grandmother and two aunts. He was peeved. The classic scenario of the customer not being ready (I checked in 3 or 4 times, fielded questions, each time he needed more time to decide) until the exact moment he is ready, and desperately needing to order exactly then. I told him to hold his horses, and put the order in for Christina’s relatives, who were really sweet. When I got back to him a minute later, he snorted that he felt like he was getting B-level service at his table. “Not bad,” I said. “I was a C student.”
In the afternoon, I rode my bike to John’s house and we ordered take-out from Chinatown. On the news the ocean was orange with oil and the volcano had come back from the dead. Jenny Lewis sang on John’s computer… “You can’t change things, we’re all stuck in our ways / It’s like trying to clean the ocean / What do you think you can drain it? / Well it was poison and dry long before you came.” After the Celtics game, I rode back across the bridge to catch Kim Ji-woon’s kimchi western; “The Good, The Bad and the Weird” (see post title,) about three gunslingers (one good, one bad, one weird) in Manchuria whose fates are wrapped up in a treasure map. In the hail of bullets, I snoozed off…
If I lived in your town or city or on the ocean floor nearby, I would bake you vegan brownies. They would make the hail of bullets slightly more sweet.