Yesterday, I got to California. Anaheim, to be precise.
The rental counter gave me a Yaris. The Yaris is what took the place of the Echo. Echos were awesome. The Yaris...
I named mine:
I call it Shitty Shitty Bang Bang. It's not that bad. It's small, the whole thing is one big blind spot, and it has no pick up. It also doesn't have a keyfob for locking, and the windows are not electric. In almost every way, it's similar to the Echo (although mine was a 4 Door).
But after months of big nicer cars, this one was ... lackluster.
Anyway.
I got to the hotel, and got to my room, and relaxed for a few minutes, then I went to supper.
I ended up at Jagerhaus - Anaheim's finest German restaurant. It's a tiny, plain hole in the wall in a nondescript strip of storefronts near the freeway exit. Nothing special to look at.
Until they bring the food:
I don't really do veal, so this is chicken pounded thin, breaded and fried with red cabbage and potato pancakes. In Texas, this would be chicken fried chicken.
After supper, I hit up Walgreen's for deodorant. I left mine in Atlanta, I believe.
I was wandering down the greeting card aisle when something caught my eye and stopped me dead in my tracks:
Dad gave me this exact birthday card about 30 years ago, give or take. It so captures the essence of my rapport with him that I hung onto it. It delights me.
Naturally, I bought a few of them... why? Who knows. But I have them.
Great day with customers. Tomorrow I head home.
Monday I'm out again.
Tired y'all. Real tired.
ae
The rental counter gave me a Yaris. The Yaris is what took the place of the Echo. Echos were awesome. The Yaris...
I named mine:
I call it Shitty Shitty Bang Bang. It's not that bad. It's small, the whole thing is one big blind spot, and it has no pick up. It also doesn't have a keyfob for locking, and the windows are not electric. In almost every way, it's similar to the Echo (although mine was a 4 Door).
But after months of big nicer cars, this one was ... lackluster.
Anyway.
I got to the hotel, and got to my room, and relaxed for a few minutes, then I went to supper.
I ended up at Jagerhaus - Anaheim's finest German restaurant. It's a tiny, plain hole in the wall in a nondescript strip of storefronts near the freeway exit. Nothing special to look at.
Until they bring the food:
I don't really do veal, so this is chicken pounded thin, breaded and fried with red cabbage and potato pancakes. In Texas, this would be chicken fried chicken.
After supper, I hit up Walgreen's for deodorant. I left mine in Atlanta, I believe.
I was wandering down the greeting card aisle when something caught my eye and stopped me dead in my tracks:
Dad gave me this exact birthday card about 30 years ago, give or take. It so captures the essence of my rapport with him that I hung onto it. It delights me.
Naturally, I bought a few of them... why? Who knows. But I have them.
Great day with customers. Tomorrow I head home.
Monday I'm out again.
Tired y'all. Real tired.
ae
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