Beef with Bell Peppers
Posted: 2003-10-28 07:20pm
Odd what comes to you mind after getting off a long day of work
There I was sitting in some in some seedly little dinner in DC, waiting for my order to get there, looking out at the mess of traffic glad I was no longer in it, running projects, deadlines and due dates through my head, while my right foot handled my finacial planning and my left wrist was making a note of the fact I had dry cleaning to pick up before I hit the rack
When up walks a old greasy fellow, looking like he walked out of some sitcoms idea of what a greasy dinner owener is supposed to look like, right down to the red checkerboard apron, with a toothpick clenched in his teeth he drops the plates he had been manhandling through the crowd on my table.
Staring at the jumble mess of noodles and green blobs that might have been something organic at some point
"Whats this?" I ask in that vauge questioning way of somone who's confronting his neighbhor after find the newspaper and a gift from that neighbhors dog
"Beef with Bell Peppers" he intones as his month starts what I could only guess was a mammoth project to raise those jowels into what it hopes sometimes in the next fiscal year with be something apporching a smile filled hope and cheerfulness but due to lack of funding, canceles the project mid-construction leaving nothing more than a vauge half grimance and a lot of paperwork.
He turns back to me and start attempting to weave his way back through the crowd. Meanwhile I re-inspect my entriee to authenticate the claim.
After a few seconds it strikes me what I missed on first glance but my right foot spotted right off
I called out to his departing back
"Do you still call it Beef with Bell Peppers if there's no Beef?
He turns, looks over his shoulder at me, seems to consider the matter for a few sessions and then says
"Yes"
And that friends is what I frequenly run into in my life, those batches of Irony that smacks us all in the face that so few of us notice, either through inattention, lack of experience or plain stubbroness to see whats right in front of our faces.
All the above happen exactly as it was described, on or about five thirty eastern time, Names were not changed due to not being mentioned to begin with,
I certifie the above as true though if you belive me or not is another story
Prehaps for another day
-Bean
(PS:This is my I'm back post, in my new offical digs, for a goodly long time at that)
There I was sitting in some in some seedly little dinner in DC, waiting for my order to get there, looking out at the mess of traffic glad I was no longer in it, running projects, deadlines and due dates through my head, while my right foot handled my finacial planning and my left wrist was making a note of the fact I had dry cleaning to pick up before I hit the rack
When up walks a old greasy fellow, looking like he walked out of some sitcoms idea of what a greasy dinner owener is supposed to look like, right down to the red checkerboard apron, with a toothpick clenched in his teeth he drops the plates he had been manhandling through the crowd on my table.
Staring at the jumble mess of noodles and green blobs that might have been something organic at some point
"Whats this?" I ask in that vauge questioning way of somone who's confronting his neighbhor after find the newspaper and a gift from that neighbhors dog
"Beef with Bell Peppers" he intones as his month starts what I could only guess was a mammoth project to raise those jowels into what it hopes sometimes in the next fiscal year with be something apporching a smile filled hope and cheerfulness but due to lack of funding, canceles the project mid-construction leaving nothing more than a vauge half grimance and a lot of paperwork.
He turns back to me and start attempting to weave his way back through the crowd. Meanwhile I re-inspect my entriee to authenticate the claim.
After a few seconds it strikes me what I missed on first glance but my right foot spotted right off
I called out to his departing back
"Do you still call it Beef with Bell Peppers if there's no Beef?
He turns, looks over his shoulder at me, seems to consider the matter for a few sessions and then says
"Yes"
And that friends is what I frequenly run into in my life, those batches of Irony that smacks us all in the face that so few of us notice, either through inattention, lack of experience or plain stubbroness to see whats right in front of our faces.
All the above happen exactly as it was described, on or about five thirty eastern time, Names were not changed due to not being mentioned to begin with,
I certifie the above as true though if you belive me or not is another story
Prehaps for another day
-Bean
(PS:This is my I'm back post, in my new offical digs, for a goodly long time at that)
