So I walk into the spot where I get my chicken cheese steaks from…
I guess it was the weather, because everybody was all “hello’s” as I made my way to the grill in the back of the establishment. The dude at the grill, who now knows to hook up an egg and cheese croissant whenever he sees me in the morning, joked that the grill was still open. For those who remember, this is the same cat that will not hook up hot lunch 1 second past three o’clock, or breakfast 1 second past eleven o’clock. Ironically, I missed the breakfast croissant due to looking at my slow ass clock that’s at the bottom of my computer screen, forgetting that it’s always behind whatever the actual time is. Oh, and I would change it, but it’s hooked up to the network. So, it would revert back to the same late ass clock whenever I restarted my computer.
Look at me, I’m getting off the subject. Let’s see, computer clock…all “hello’s”…joke about open grill…ah, the key chain. Okay, I used to have this nifty Spiderman key chain that I would let hang out of my pocket. I’m a big kid and I’ve always been a big Spiderman fan, so when I saw the key chain, I had to have it. The joint is basically a miniature Spiderman attached to this super durable string, that when pulled, can be retracted to make it appear as if he’s climbing (or descending) one of his web lines. The joint eventually broke after months of little hellions pulling on it and the usual wear and tear. A couple of weeks ago, Lynn spots the same key chain in Suncoast and buys a couple for me on the sneak tip. Shorty already knew something was going to happen where I needed to have two. Well, I actually broke Spidey’s leg off when I was helping LaQuis move to her spiffy new spot.
But, here I am getting off the subject again. So I order my food, and I’m leaning against this narrow make shift counter that separates you from the people who work the grill. On the customers side of the counter, they have little things like chips and what not. As I’m leaning against the counter, one of the ladies points towards my pocket. Prepared to go into “I didn’t take anything mode” (so sad), shorty remarks on my key chain. She asks if that’s Spiderman? “Yeah, it’s Spiderman”. Another one of the ladies turns around and starts giggling while speaking in her native tongue. I think I heard the shorty who peeped the key chain first say she’s from South Korea one day at the register. I do know she’s Christian, which kinda shocked me…but, whatever. Shorty behind the grill, was saying “What is it…? I want to see” So she came around to see the key chain. It felt like a regular show and tell. As I showed Spidey, dangling uncontrollably from his string that now no longer retracts, they formed a three women semi circle around me. The chick who works the grill hadn’t even put my food on yet, she had to see the key chain…it was the shiznit! (Don’t ask me where that just came from…felt like the narrator from The Wonder Years (who is actually Daniel Stern...Marvin from Home Alone I & II…just in case you wanted more useless trivia)). Shorty from the grill started poking at it like it was a dead animal or something, like it was something that any moment was going to jump on her ass. All I could understand was, “Movie!” “Yeah, it’s from the Spiderman movie”. Which was of course innaccurate, but, that’s probably how she related to the key chain.
That’s it…that was my funny story. I paid for my food and left.
Hope that didn’t piss you off or anything. I just found it extremely funny. If so, maybe you should lighten up. Maybe I need to work on my tangents. Then again, I tend to write like I talk, so… Maybe you shouldn’t expect me to have a big punch line or plot development every journal entry. Or maybe, I’m just a writer who likes to pull his readers in. Or…maybe I didn’t have anything significant to write, so I placed this Spiderman Key Chain” story in my journal to substitute for not having any juicy social venting sessions like Aamco wallet jackings, or door handles breaking off in automobiles, or something like that. Maybe I wanted to see if you would actually continue to read today’s dribble even after I all but admitted I have nothing really substantial to type right now. Maybe you wanted to see if I would come up with another clever “maybe”…although, maybe you didn’t find any of the preceding “maybes” to be clever at all. Maybe that last “maybe” was the first clever “maybe” I’ve done so far. Maybe not. Who knows? Maybe you should tag my message board and tell me what you think.
PS- Isn’t maybe a funny looking word? Not so funny when it’s May be…, but when it’s together, I don’t know…just thinking…