Safe And Secure

Scruffy and I were at lunch last week when this frail, skinny old man walked in. He had some kind of a bag with him, and he was wearing a yellow shirt that said "SECURITY" on the back.

I had a lot of fun imagining this bony elderly guy working as a bouncer at a hard rock concert. The frothing mosh pit dancers would never know what hit them!

He chatted with the deli owner for a minute and then left. When he walked out, I said to Scruffy, "I didn't feel any more secure while he was here. Did you?"

While I'm at it, I feel compelled to mention a positive life change that Scruffy has made recently. He has almost completely given up soda in an effort to cut down on his sugar intake. It's all part of his "baby steps" plan to get himself into shape to run marathons or somesuch. At this rate he'll be an iron man in 52 years.

I mention it because Scruffy only allows himself one soda a week. He partakes during our weekly lunches. You know what that means, don't you?

*I* am Scruffy's guilty pleasure.

Rawkin', baby.