January 21, 2005
Treacherous Old Hens
The setting: lunch with customers today. The venue is Juliette's in the Omni. Passable enough, and quiet enough to talk without shouting. In a corner, too.
Now imagine my consternation as the waiters shoved six tables together right next to us, and 30 Red Hatters walked in. Having a grand old time. They thought they were, I believe the expression is, the bee's knees. Yap. Yap. Yap. Fucking yap.
I tried to get my customer interested in the one with the ginblossoms, and the burst leg veins. No dice.
They vex me, these creatures. They ruined my repast.
Oh, I wish I could have seen your face as they walked in!
Posted by: jmflynny at January 21, 2005 7:24 PMShock and awe, Flynny. Shock and awe.
Posted by: Velociman at January 21, 2005 7:27 PMIf they'd'a recognized him as Velociman, Flynny, he wouldn't have had much of a face left to see. I suspect V-man is something like their Public Enemy Number One. Mug shot on posters. Generous bounties. Shit like that.
Posted by: Queenie at January 21, 2005 7:40 PMDamn, every time I start to think there is no karma....that's funny as hell. I mean 'funny' in a solicitous way of course.
Posted by: mudmarine at January 21, 2005 8:06 PMYou deserve nothing less for posting those gut churning pictures you swine. There is a God and a funny one at that.......
Posted by: dbltap at January 21, 2005 8:31 PMRuined my ass, admit it, they made your day, you besotted miscreant!
Posted by: Key at January 21, 2005 9:11 PMQueenie...I was thinking the exact same thing!
I'm surprised they haven't laminated little copies of the 'most wanted' list to carry around in their handbags.
Or...perhaps they just wanted Vman to think it was a coincidence.
Posted by: jmflynny at January 21, 2005 11:00 PMAt distinct risk of being the spoilsport, didn't-get-it nerd, have you ever read the poem?
The costume itself is a deliberate, conscious statement: "Eff off, especially if you don't like me enjoying myself in public."
They wouldn't consider Velociman the enemy. They'd consider Velociman the point.
Regards,
Ric Locke