My Father and Charlie brought Popeye's last night. Mom called me over seven times wondering what was taking them so long. It was bordering on obsessive. My mother had also over imbibed in her medications last night yet once again and her speech was slurred. She was extremely chatty and talkative. My father explained that they had to fry more chicken thus the delay.
"Mom is a lot more pleasant after a few extra pills," I told my father honestly and candidly.
He laughed and agreed. We really shouldn't be so cavalier about it.
Late last night Maggie and I walked to the Circle K. An old Wino heckled us as we walked trough the parking lot by the wall. He was sitting above the sign that said,"No Loitering" and the irony didn't escape me.
"Give me a couple of bucks!" He panhandled me.
"You're out late old timer," is what I said to him as we passed by mostly ignoring him.
He would have been a good public intoxication charge candidate. The neighborhood behind the Circle K is a really rough neighborhood full of dilapidated old houses and streets and sidewalks lined by old broken liquor bottles.
Marty wasn't working last night. In his place was a tall lanky black guy. I grabbed a cold quart of chocolate milk which is my current food infatuation and Maggie and I headed home.