This was my view all morning. Gas lines. Some people got up at 4 am - YES I said 4 am - to look for a place that has gas. Since I have no job, I was able to get up and meander my way to this gas station in the ghetto. Sure, I could have been a victim of a drive by, but more likely than not, they would have ran out of gas before they could have gotten away. I try to always see the bright side of my situations. So I waited and when it was finally my turn at the pump, I noticed a sign. I thought it might say, "Free coffee inside cause you all had to wait so long."
Or maybe, "I hope your day is as beautiful as you!"
Or possibly even, "How do you make a tissue dance? You put a little boogie in it."
Ya know, to make people smile and all.
But I was wrong.
It said this....Uhm, exsqueeze me? Baking powder? I have an SUV gas guzzlin, kid haulin. mombo-jombo vehicle. This $12 will get me out of the parking lot, maybe. So I got back in line, three more times. And then they ran me away...literally. It crushed me. But on my way out of the ghetto, there was this poor sweet young man who had ran out of gas and was trying to get to his new job on time. I asked him if he planned on raping and pillaging me. He said no. He looked honest and all. So, I told him I took his pic and I was twittering about him, so he better not plan anything shady. He thought twice about gettin in. After all, I had not applied make-up yet.
But I took him back to his car...an El Camino. And he said VERY little cause he saw the wildness in my eyes. And I told him I was packin. He gave me a weird look. You think he thought I meant groceries?