mint!

im in the city. there's music in the air and baby im listening. im doing that shitty sitcom elbows-out-diagonal walk in the bike lane. wearing a pearl-white suit one tailored size too small with a baby blue cravat and old stereoscopic 3D glasses. from a distance i look like im 2 feet tall. i look like i just attended austin powers' baptism. i go along my merry way until i spot an a&w and cry out "baby let's trip the light fantastic !!!" to the open air. i go inside. its quiet as hell in the a&w. one of those slow nights that makes a guy wonder how this location stays in business, but then again its friday night and people usually dont kick off the weekend with a barely-upheld facade of a 1950's burger joint. blank space baby over the PA. they must be so sick of whoever keeps putting it on. the lady working the till sees me trying to moonwalk up to her on solid tile and wonders if its not too late to move back in with her family. "hello and welcome to A&W what can i get you" i spin like 8 times on my heels and cry out "baby i dig it ALL !!!" as if reacting on some primeval instinct she grabs my neck with one hand and with her other hand she open palm strikes my nose through my brain. its friday nihgt