The big fruit stand. It has been a busy morning, working alongside Violeta. She’s new and it’s our first time working together. And we’re getting along just fine, thank you very much. It’s quiet at the moment. Janis is off doing Janis things, Kimberly on a different floor holding it down, Yancy has actually been at his desk which is a rare occurrence.
It’s quite brazen of me to be writing this at the desk out in the open but there’s not much at the moment, just sitting and waiting for the requests to come in. Generally afternoons are a bit of a lull, people don’t submit their wants and needs until after 4:30 PM, just when we have our eye on the door and the other eye on the clock.
Today was a free lunch day as well much to my surprise. In an attempt to save some money, I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, true comfort food and relatively healthy. I say that since my sister makes peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the beach and my sister eats healthier than me, so my trust in her is implicit.
I had two servings of Mexican food, make your own taco. Only my taco making skills are subpar so I ate a bowl of taco ingredients but not necessarily a taco.
Violeta is pleasant and I’ve been taking charge of the music and trying to please her ear and since I do not know what exactly what she likes, I have been playing R&B stuff and some soul. No complaints that I have heard. I played Me’Shell Ndegeocello and now I am playing Dusty in Memphis by Dusty Springfield. I got my copy of Dusty in Memphis from the one & only Arif Mardin. A true honor indeed.
After I had my ersatz Mexican taco I went out for a smoke, leaving Violeta with my phone number to call should she get overwhelmed. As I was outside the fruit stand, I saw some promotional thing going on sponsored by Nike.
They were giving out Philadelphia Cheese Steaks across the street from where the New York Knicks play. I suppose it was a subtle dig at the Knicks. Within minutes a line of about 50 peoplequeued up to get a free cheese steak. Having eaten my own free lunch I stepped aside with my little cigar so as not to disturb those discerning palates.
And now all is quiet. I spoke with Bill who will be motoring the next couple of days, then I spoke to Mike who told me about a dream he had where Bill and I won the lottery, enough that we were able to set Mike up with a cozy apartment by Exchange Place in Jersey City, which is where he wanted to live.
Bill and I bought a place on 11th Street in Hoboken while maintaining our current place for storage. I guess we won a lot of money in the dream. I hope it was a correct prediction, though having written that…
