*Laugh*

There are some crazy ass people in Atlanta Georgia. I tell you the truth. For example, today as I was walking to my building from the train station. I noticed a (what appeared to be) sane man saluting the flag pole outside my building. Before I could do a double take, this fool put his hand across his heart and recited the pledge of allegiance. I mean full out...I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG and so on. (at the top of his lungs mind you) It gets better...he THEN gets on his knees (praying position) and says "God Bless America, Amen"...gets up...and walks off like that shit he just did is normal. I was like...dumbfounded. I really couldn't believe I'd witnessed that. Which reminds me...

Why do we (I'll include myself in this too) talk to infants and expect them to say something back to us? For example, as I was coming down the escalator from the cafe (oh and I have a story about that one too) a father was going up taking his daughter to the child care center. If you don't know by now, I'm hella observant and pick up on just about everything that's going on around me...anyway. So he's on the escalator and he says "Morgan do you want to see your friends? huh? huh? Say pretty girl?" (all the while the child is looking at him like "idiot...I MAY JUST want to see them but I can't TELL you about it...I mean I AM like 8 months old, right?)Of course the kid doesn't speak back so he says "Tell daddy yes..." I'm thinking, what if she doesn't want to see them right now, does she say yes anyway to shut daddy up? I mean I do it too (although I vowed I'd never do that as a parent, go figure) but why? Are we trying to teach our children to talk? If so, do we really want them to speak in high pitched 'baby' voices? I think not...I may need to work on that, lol.

OH about the cafe...you know I always have a funny (or not so funny) story about the cafe. So one morning I go in...and it's around ehhhh 9:40ish. Breakfast is normally served until 10 so I was like yeah they still have plenty of food left, etc. I get to the grille to order my usual cheese grits and bacon but before I can speak, the lil gay guy (not that it's relevant) blurts out "I'm closed and I aint cooking nothin else." My face typically tells the story of what my mind is thinking so...quite naturally...well you know, my face told the story. I look around to see if maybe he's talking to...I dunno, the person behind me but in my search I find that no one is standing there but me. I chuckle and say, good b/c I didn't need you to cook nothin else anyway. I'd like three pieces of limp bacon please and thank you. He looks like I just asked him to have sex with a woman or something and huffs like the bacon he picked up weighs 100 pounds each. He fixes my plate but I guess something inside of him felt like I needed education on what he does for a living bc/ he proceeds to tell me that "they never give me enough time to prep for lunch, so I'm just going to stop cooking at 9:30 every morning." I'm like oh...and I walk off with my bacon. Apparently, that whole 9:30 thing didn't work out too well b/c since then he's been cooking a whole lot of somethin after 9:30. *shrug*

Last thing...what's with all of these consistent inconsistencies? (What is the plural of inconsistency anyway? cys? cies? or is it even a word?)

Anyhow...that's not important. What I wanna know is why some shit just makes NO sense whatsoever. For example...as I said before, I get cheese grits, three strips of limp bacon, and a coffee EVERY morning but somehow I pay a different price every morning. I mean really? Shouldn't it be $3.09 every day? That really baffles me...no really, it does. Or how about the Coach/Louis/Prada 'bags' on the shoulders of one using an EBT card to pay for groceries. Fake or not... the purpose of buying that bag is to give the allusion that one can afford those things, right? Who in their right mind would believe a story like that? Which reminds me...don't carry a $3000.00 (or $30.00 , that depends on where you shop) Louis Vuitton bag looking like the textbook definition of mess. Look and dress the part of someone carrying a $3000.00 bag? mmkay?

Oh and if you don't know what that is...well yanno, don't carry the bag.

G'Day Folks!

Lady Doss