So I'm at a cafe and here's a little snapshot of a patron of the shop. It goes down like this...
A big newish GMC truck pulls up. I typically don't pay that much attention to truck models but in this case I do. A crusty dude in his 50's exits the truck with a big fat cigar in his mouth. He's blonde, has white hair and a weather beaten face. He comes in and orders something to go. He know's the barista and she knows him and they make small talk. Only the smell of coffee and pastries fill the air inside the shop without a hint of tobacco. I then realize that the crusty guy has jammed his cigar into the letter C in the grill of his GMC truck before entering.
Interpret that as you will.
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3 comments:
no judgement, just a textual snapshot of someone I noticed doing something odd.
btw, Plz elaborate on your last sentence. I'm completely lost.
Odd? Odd? One question remains to be answered! Was the truck left running?! If the truck was left running, the engine / fan would be drawing air into the engine compartment. Using the C as an oral surrogate makes perfect sense. It will keep the cigar "smoking"!
I think Freud would have a field day with this one. Do you think he calls his truck "Monica"? Sherm may be right (not to mention brilliant), but the idea of an engine being an "oral surrogate" for anything is disturbing.
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