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Today rocked! One of the most excellently spectacular days in recent memory; I met a girl who I think qualifies very well for the open position of Icarus's girlfriend AND I cowed a snotty teenager.
I stayed home with my son today because he's had a bit of a cold, and was acting rather wonky yestereve. But today he seemed to be doing rather better, and kept asking to go out, so I ultimately obliged him. I've been needing to pick up a new desk and office chair for the home office I'm setting up, so I stopped by Office Depot; found a lovely cherry wood desk with a large flat top that has plenty of room for the dual flat screen rig I'm going to setup there, and a micro fiber office chair that felt more comfortable than the clouds in Christian heaven; I bought them both.
And in the process of this, I was routed to the special orders girl, who's name is Grace. She reminds me very much of Trinity from The Matrix, except with a lot more geeky and a dash of emo tossed in. Black hair that was kind of a mess, brilliant blue eyes hidden behind geeky librarian glasses, phone numbers and such scrawled on her hands, mostly cracked off blue nail polish. She saw me earlier when I was wandering around the furniture section and we exchanged smiles; when I was checking out, she mentioned that when she saw me earlier, she had a nearly irresistible urge to come grab the black leather cowboy hat I was wearing, and put it on herself. I told her that I might welcome her to do so, but she probably didn't want to see what my hair was doing under the hat just now; to which she remarked, she's not the kind of girl who pays attention to such things. I had Wolf with me, who of course went about running amok while I was arranging delivery of the new furniture, and I mentioned that he's autistic; she said she could tell, because her niece is the same way. We chatted for 20 minutes or so; when I was leaving, I mentioned that if I ended up liking the desk, I'd probably come back and get a second one, to which she said she hoped I liked it with a wink. On a whim, I said I'd bring one of my spare cowboy hats, and asked if she preferred brown or black; without pause she said, "Black, definitely." to which I responded, "Good answer." I'm so considering going back just to ask her out to coffee; I felt on top of the world when I left the store...
THEN, it gets even better. Wolf and I swung by McDonald's to get his lunch. As I pulled into the parking lot, a group of 4 teenagers, 2 chicks and 2 guys, were slowly meandering across the parking lot. They were in my way, and they knew it, but they were taking their sweet time. When they'd cleared just enough space for me to squeeze past in my Jeep, I did so, and made it a point to get just inches away from the guy who was in the rear, and especially taking his time. When I did that, he put out his arms and mouthed "What the f**k?" So... I screeched to a halt, stepped out of my Jeep, and in my best fake Texan accent said simply, "You sayin' you want a piece of this, boy?" Now, I must mention that I was in full "battle dress"; motorcycle boots, jeans, leather jacket, leather half-finger sap gloves, mirrored shades, and my crazy black leather cowboy hat. I pulled off the shades and glared at him as I started to walk towards him so he could see the fire in my eyes. I'm no badass, but I was ready to mix it up hard with him and his friend, who were both about my size; my tactical analysis classified the two of them as "no threat". And I'm telling you right now, my opening move would have been something like Debo decking Red in Friday. But, as I was approaching with the fires blazing in my eyes, his friends skittered inside the McDonalds, and he mumbled "Weirdo." under his breath and did the same; and as he skittered inside, I called out loudly, "Yeah, that's what I thought." And it's probably for the best that they skittered off, for I would likely have gotten in serious trouble for putting the smack down on teenagers; what can I say; Icarus lives in the moment...
But, I tell you, kids these days have got no respect because they think (know?) they're immune to people stomping them. Ah, how I yearn for the olden days... My sincere hope is that next time that uppity punk wants to act the fool like that, he'll maybe think twice about it. That's my contribution to the good of society for the day.
Good fortune,
- Icarus could stand to have a bit more Grace...
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Please forgive me if, in the heat of battle, I sometimes forget which side I'm on.