Well,
Being in the office everyday at 8 coffee in route and a bowl of cereal at night. By the time 9:30am. comes it's time to hang out at the club. I walk in the door.. Look stroll back to the handicap area, no I am not handicap thank god but it the last booth and it likes the way I work. So I go in and set the paper down set down listen to music send texts..etc. Well seems that others come into the club with much more direction.. Damn near run in belt off pants hit the ground and they proceed to damn near blow the doors off the joint. I have learned to check shoes and now there is sorta a who's who in the "club". A particular pair of walmart purchased hikers belong to a co-worker Dave. to describe dave would be a little over weight always excited and able to SHAKE THE FLOOR WITH HIS GAS! that's right! the Vacuum the dave's Bum makes with the lid not only echoes loud enough that I want to laugh every time I am blessed with his presence in the club but.. I really think if we were to catch a glance of each other on our ways out (CLUB RULE 1) no talking when exiting the club and leave staggered. Dave would look at me to say that's right bro! I blew the lid clean off this thing!
