Take Me Out To The Ball Game

The Cardinals has a day game today which reminded me of an encounter I had a couple of weeks ago during another Business Man’s Special.

I was working downtown, and had ridden the Metrolink to avoid the traffic. I left work early because I also didn’t want to get caught in the mass exodus of train riders leaving the game.

As I approached the train station, I noticed two black men standing next to each other yelling at people walking by. The gentleman on the right shouted, “Who got extra tickets?”

The guy next to him then shouted, “Who need tickets?”

I walked up, pointed to them both, and said, “If you’re buying tickets, and you’re selling tickets, why don’t you just get together and stop yelling at everyone?”

One of them said, “Man, why don’t you get yo’ white ass the hell up on outta herre?”

“Just trying to help,” I replied as I walked down the stairs to the train. And by walked, I mean ran.

Good talk.

Do you know what my ideal job would be? – The guy that sells pizza coupons. That guy has to be rich.

Tom called last night to tell me that he won his credit card dispute with the strip club. I asked if the credit card company had just written-off the charge, or if the strip club had to refund the money.

He said he made sure to ask the question, and was told the strip club refunded the money. Looks like it’s time to get that motorized cooler.

You don’t even know what a write-off is.

Chicks Like Caulk – Thanks, Tom. The only person I know that’s banned from the East Side.

Buy me some peanuts and crack.

Benny