Daily Archive for January 6th, 2005

Random mild sauce sayings…

So aside from getting hit on by a bum I’d just bought food for, the other happy thing from last night’s Taco Hell run was that I now have a plethora of mild sauce packets.

Did you know they have random sayings on them? I like having things to read on my condiments… so I’ll share them with you:

-Mmmmmmm…. Sauce.
-My sauce is an honor student at Taco Middle School.
-Bike tires scare me.
-It’s okay… you can say it. I love you too.
-My best friends hang out on the menu board.
-Open quickly… I’m burning up in here.
-I voted for jozjozjoz for Best Overall Blog in the 2004 Best of Blogs Awards*

*May not be an actual mild sauce saying.

I would send you a “thank you” note if I knew who you were…

In the last couple of weeks, I’ve received at least 5 books in the mail.

I didn’t order any of them. Since all but one of these books appear on my Amazon wishlist, I am going to assume these books are all gifts.

One of the books came with a packing slip stating the buyer’s name: Gingersmack, so I’m able to thank her for my new Ultimate Low-Carb Diet Cookbook.


But how many of these books are from Gingersmack & how many are from other people?

One bad burrito beggar…

Perhaps you may have wondered why I haven’t blogged about how horrible the tsunami in South Asia/Africa was. Or about how much people need relief. Or about how sad I am that such a terrible loss of life has & continues to occur.

The truth is, the news and footage of the tsunami aftermath distresses me greatly and I wonder what I can do from here to help those who need it. I chose not to blog about it all sooner because I was still trying to wrap my mind around it all… but I don’t think that I ever can.

That being said, I think it’s rotten that people have critcized good people like Chris & Ponzi (see cowardly comment here) for “not blogging about the tsunami sooner” or for “blogging about frivolous subjects when so many people are dying.” I can’t speak for either of them, but I know for myself, I blog on my own timetable.

And just because I don’t blog about it as soon as others might deem it should be doesn’t mean that I am not thinking/feeling about it.

And just because I didn’t put links up about where to donate to tsunami victims doesn’t mean that I don’t think that you should, or that I haven’t.

Believe it or not, there is more to my life than my blog.

That being said, I had the tsunami on my mind last night as I was driving home from work. Knowing that Yoshi was having dinner elsewhere, I thought that I’d make it easy on myself by having some Taco Hell for dinner, instead of trying to figure out how to make dinner with the random stuff in our fridge. No, it was not a healthy choice, but that’s what I did.

Anyway, as I drove into the line at the Taco Bell drive-thru, I saw a older, African American man panhandling his way down the line of cars. Usually, I don’t give money to beggars because I know from working firsthand with homeless folks that money often goes toward unhealthy things like cigarettes, alcohol, or drugs. But it was an especially chilly L.A. night (40s) and I was feeling like if I couldn’t do more for the tsunami victims, maybe I could do a little more for the people in need around here.

Except for a parking token for the lot at the gym, I didn’t have any coins or change, so when he came up to my car, I flashed him my plastic and told him, “Sorry, I only have plastic.” He told me that I didn’t have to apologize & walked off to the next car in line. When I pulled up to the speaker, the guy had circled back from the end of the line. I asked him if I could buy him something to eat, and he said, “Yeah!”

“What do you want?” I asked him, proving that beggars CAN indeed sometimes be choosers.

“A burrito would be nice,” he answered, as he signalled that he’d wait for me at the other side of the drive-thru.

I ordered him a couple of burritos along with my meal and I paid for it with my credit card. Of course, the folks at Taco Hell screwed up my order, but I didn’t realize that when I got home. Anyway, I got to the end of the drive-thru where the guy was waiting anxiously for his burrito.

When I surprised him with two, he thanked me profusely, sprinkled in some “God Bless You”s and took the burritos for my hand.

I told him, “Stay warm tonight, ok?”

He went and ruined this happy story by saying, “I would if I were sleeping next to you in bed.”

Yuck. What the hell?!

I laughed it off, rolled up my window & drove away, but I was more than a little creeped out. Instead of a warm, fuzzy feeling for knowing that I fed someone for a night, I felt icky and wanted to take a shower to wash the scum off of me.

Maybe this is why I don’t like it when strangers talk to me.

I mean, I know I’m a weirdo magnet, but I really wish that I could’ve ended the story differently.

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