So we were on our way back to Broward after seeing the lawyer today. I had smoked my last cigarette before arriving at the lawyers office; and I was dying at this point, and not just from the nicotine- it was freekin hot today..
SO got to the first convenient gas station/food mart. In the middle of the intersection in front of this gas station (we are on 163rd street and I forget what road) there was a man. This is not uncommon. This one was unusual because he didn’t have a piece of cardboard stating he needed work; or selling a newspaper or a homeless voice; or taking donations: this man was a handsome clean cut guy with good clothes on; running up and down the middle of the road, holding up high bottles of zephyrhills water. Ice cold zephryhills water. He was sellin em too.
I told SO it was time for him to get a second job; and I knew exactly what he could do.
Can you imagine; he gave me a dirty look? Go figure.