Saturday, June 6, 2009


So I know this is suppose to be a Kickball Blog, but I've had a... Day.

Woke up this morning and my legs were a little sore from kickball, but no big deal, I'm 29 now and things don't work the same as they use to.  Leah wanted to go to Eastern Market in downtown Detroit, and I was all for it.  I really enjoy that place.  The people watching is great and it is full of food.  It's only 15 minutes from my front door and on a warm pre-summer day it truly is a great place to spend a Saturday.  So anyway I was buying some fresh blueberry's and Blackberry's  AT THE SAME TIME!!!  So I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet and my loose pocket walking around money.  I paid for my goods and proceeded to the next vendor.  90 seconds later I realized my wallet was not in my pocket, and ran back to the blueberry exhibit.  What I found was....nothing.  So long story short, lost my wallet, 100% my fault.  

Fast forward 2.5 hours.  For some reason, I think Pineapple juice sounds GREAT!  I don't know if you have ever read this blog before or met me, but getting a solid buzz on, sounded even better.  And lucky for me my Friend Leah was kind enough to lend me some money until I get back on my feet.

So there I was, at the liquor store.  I had some pineapple juice at the house, all I needed was rum.  Now I've been to this liquor store a few dozen times in the past 4 years, but the guy behind the counter and I have never been in the same room together until this moment.  Now in our lives we have all "met this guy" before.  Nice guy, you can tell by looking.  About 22-23 years old, and has dedicated his life to being cool, but not trendy.  Long hair, and a beard.  Large ear phones around his neck, so that when no customers are in the store he can listen to some obscure wonderful music none of us have ever heard before.  Right before this guys takes his 15 minute break, in walks R.W. (Me) with some sort of weird craving that only a pregnant Jamaican alcoholic would have.
R.W. - "I'm looking for some rum."
Cool Guy - "Ok."
R.W. - "I'll take that Parrot Bay" (Boy that didn't sound right coming out of my mouth, I've never drank this before in my life why am I buying it?)
Cool Guy - (Looking at me with my hat turned backwards so he can't see my gray hair or balding head) "Can I see some I.D.?" (while giving me stink eye)
R.W. - "No.  My wallet was stolen this afternoon."
Cool Guy - (Obviously thinking I'm lying and 19, because only an asshole, homosexual, or woman would drink this.) "Uh.... I can't sell you this without some I.D." (Then yelling to the girl I've seen in there a few dozen times) "Hey, this guy doesn't have any I.D."
Girl that works there - "He's Ok."
Cool Guy - "Enjoy your, your Parrot BAY!" (with an extreme emphasis on 'bay' as if to say: "I cannot believe you are buying this, you are a joke")

Easily one of the most embarrassing/funny moment I've had in a long time.

So.....Perspective.  I should be upset.  We lost 2 close kickball games last night.  I lost at least $85 cash, maybe more, and my wallet.  Had to shut down all my card and get new ones.  I had a carving for some booze I've never drank before, and it's the biggest woman drink in the history of liquids.  It was worse than buying rubbers from a relative that works at the local drug store who knows I'm dating a girl she use to babysit for... Just incase you are wondering.

I should be mad, however, I think this is a great day.  I've experienced some inconveniences today that would have spun some people out.  I've come out of the day with a couple great stories that will last a life time.  According to my bank, in 7 to 10 days this will all be behind me.  But that awkward moment I shared with that guy in the liquor store will last forever.

But all I can see is the humor in it.  Perspective... It's a wonderful thing.

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