Well kids, its time for another update from J. Powell. I just got back from a week-long hang in Wilmington. What a great time! I got to surf for the first time in a year, and previous to that�many years. Let’s just say my back is aching, and in dire need of a rub down.
While I was eating lunch yesterday at one of my favorite deli spots, an old lady backs into my Trailblazer. Damn, I finally became a statistic in Wilmington. (For those of you who don’t know, Wilmington has the highest traffic accident rate in the state).
The damage was minimum, but after the lady offers to handle everything without going through her insurance, she then states she does not believe she is at fault for the accident. Oh really, now we have a problem, considering the fact I laid down on my horn so she would stay in her damn parking place.
Here’s where it gets fun: I call the highway patrol so they will file a report. While waiting the 1.5 hours for them to show up, these bitches from the hair salon, where said old lady was late for her hair appointment, come up and start nagging me about the damage.
First of all, no one called you from under your hair dryer to come over and talk to me. Secondly, I care not for your opinion, ye cloaked maiden of bleach. All I’m trying to do is chat on the phone to pass the time until the cops arrive. Not to mention by the time I got back to Jeff and Steff’s house, my damn Turkey Reuben was cold & soggy!
I got a chance to go out big boy drinking (which is code for drinking quite a lot, something I do not get the chance to benefit from since I work all of the time). JT & I had a large time downtown. There weren’t a whole lot of people out, no doubt burned, broke, and hung over from the 4th. We had a good time catching up, talking shop, & not being at work.
Speaking of work, I just finished doing inventory, which totally blows. Its 7 pm and I’m getting ready to hop across town and get my workout on! Daddy’s got to stay big and strong to fight off bad guys, superhero style. More importantly, though I have to stay in top form for Ms. Bacak or J. Powell will get no love. And that my friends, is the worst punishment ever.
…and if anyone cares, the restaurant is going very well considering it is summertime. I will be ready for the fall season, so some real cash comes in.