I met Joe for breakfast at Panera Bread in Cary. We each had an Asiago cheese bagel and coffee.
We used our laptops there for close to two hours, I think it was. We had to move against the wall so that people couldn’t see Joe’s screen.
From there, we drove to Firehouse Subs for lunch.
Incredibly, a guy working there had on a navy blue stocking hat that said on it in large, white block letters, “MUFF DIVER.” This was not on the side or back, but across the front.
He also had on some athletic-wear shorts, which when he sat down on the counter to have a sandwich, exposed (without exaggeration) half his butt. He had on some blue nylon shorts under the outside baggies, which did keep his actual butt from showing.
This guy strutted around the place, while his entire persona screamed, “Arrogance.”
I’m really quite amazed that:
- management allowed him to be behind the counter with that hat on and that outfit,
- none of his co-workers complained (they were all women), and
- no female customers, or customers with children, complained about him.
I’m quite certain that if I walked around in there with a hat on that had “Cock Sucker” on it, I’d surely be called on the carpet. And no, not to munch on the carpet.
Robert and I went to the 7:15 showing of Breakfast on Pluto at the Galaxy Theater.
Synopsis: Set in the 1970’s, Breakfast on Pluto follows the exploits of Patrick Braden (Murphy), an endearing, but deceptively tough young man. Abandoned as a baby in his small Irish hometown and aware from a very early age that he is different, Patrick survives this harsh environment with the aid of his wit and charm, plus a sweet refusal to let anyone and anything change who he is.
Jordan weaves a wonderfully surreal and magical tale to bring us this funny, moving and poignant rites of passage account of a young man enduring the trials and tribulations he faces with a smile and unwavering faith in the inherent goodness in us all.
I didn’t like this movie at the very beginning, and in fact, had I not been with someone, I probably would have walked out.
However, it grew on me quickly, and to the point that I had to pee so bad, but didn’t want to miss anything, and suffered until I just couldn’t hold it any more.
I got to bed at a decent hour, and began reading The Borrowers by Mary Norton.
I was introduced to this book in a This American Life story called Age of Wonder, which was incredibly wonderful. You can listen to it here. (Requires Real Audio Player)
My friend Irene bought me the book for Christmas. Robert has just finished reading it. I want to finish it before school starts next week.