November 20, 2004
I was told by a lady at the Farmer's Market that I have fat hands. Nice talk. I wanted to give her a tip and tell her she was projecting. Perhaps her juice stand was not getting the business she wanted and now it was all my fault. But I couldn't pour all this information into her head without looking provincial. More than likely I'd end up keeping the change. I had to visit Downtown Ernie yesterday. Luckily I hit a tradewind and got back in time for Kendo. The most diappointing sentence of all, "Sir the shake machine has already been broken down."