PAIR_O_NORMAL ACTIVITIES: (largely off-topic and otherwise irrelevent)
Ah yes, 13 shines in the eye of the beholder like a large glistening stone, rough, but a gem just the same.
Those who have had "knowledge" of this company in the biblical sense know of it's mystical powers....13 on the upside is like a Chevron service station restroom after too many hours in the saddle.
The smell is antiseptic and new, but still, the doubts linger as to the cleanliness. A certain tawdry appeal is apparent, and one is tempted to extol the virtues. Words like "American Standard" leap out at you, as you stand exhausted, trying to relieve the stress of a too full bladder.
One may be tempted to linger for a while, savoring the peaceful moment, in awe of yet another of Life's Simple Pleasures....how quickly reality returns however, as your mind drifts from the acoustical purity of the white ceramic tiles, to the incessant blaring of a car horn just outside.
"Honey, are you going to stay in there ALL DAY????"
Indeed...this isn't the Taj Mahal, just a brief stopover. And like a service station bathroom, the object is to get in and back out as quickly as possible
<wink> Now, are you going to like just stand there or are we going to swab the deck with kerosene once more for old time's sake and fan the flames????? Ha!
<NOEROJBE> (no evil red or jaundiced bloodshot eye) |
