Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Safe And Secure

I will rough you up, sonny-boy!
Respect mah author-i-tay!
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.

3 Comments:

At 9:32 AM, Anonymous P-Ziddy said...

Does that make you Scruffy's enabler?

So should you say something during one of those lunches to cause Scruffy to spew soda out his nose, you are in point of fact depriving him of his fix. Be careful. Don't get between a recovering junkie and his stash man. You'll end up with a plastic spoon stuck between your ribs! It ain't pretty.

 
At 9:45 AM, Blogger V said...

Oh yes! Fear the spork of doom! It shall be the instrument of your downfall.

Blogword is "deveantai", which may be the latin form of deviant.

troublemaker. (firm nod)

 
At 12:55 PM, Anonymous icanspell said...

That's actually what we call you when we're talking amongst ourselves: Jeff "Guilty Pleasure" McClung.

Blogword is neste.

 

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