December 2010
11 posts
Revenge
After months of frustration I’d discovered the perfect revenge. Cathartic and subtle in equal measure. When a troublesome customer slowed the breakfast rush with their gesticulating demands for a particular pastry, I would grasp the pastry, as normal, with my serving tongs. Then as I place the pastry in the bag, I tear the pastry apart with the tongs. At the same time I would look the...
In Defense of Urination on Mass Transit
As a person ages the most embarrassing moment his or her life takes on totemic power. You find yourself holding it, stroking it’s frozen surface, almost unconsciously. You shudder, groaning to yourself, taken back to the time and place of it’s birth, while going about the mundane moments of your present life. This is what I’m thinking about on Thanksgiving while riding a standing...
