Friday, January 06, 2006

my man with a plan

everyday on my way to work, i cut through the heart of pittsburgh. its actually a pretty easy shot. there are three main roads that kind of form a triangle loop through the main part of the downtown that keeps traffic flowing pretty good. the other day, i happened to notice that the street i take houses a courthouse of some kind. county, district, whatever.

anyway, on my way by today, there seemed to be a long line to get in. i'm not sure why...maybe its casino licensing day, or the state legalized gay marriages or maybe it was leather steeler jacket giveaway day or whatnot. perhaps. maybe it just opens for business at 9am and seeing as how i stopped for a bagel and coffee this morning, i was going past it about a half hour later than usual. who knows.

what i do know is that i saw something that really made me happy for some reason. a light turned red and i was forced to stop, which provided me the opportunity to gaze at the crowd waiting in line. good mix of suits, trash and people that just looked like they needed a form filled out. as my gaze went back forward to see if the light changed, there was a man stolling across the intersection with a beer in hand. my eyes were fixated. i don't know why. he wasn't even drinking my brand (champaign of beers naturally). he was drinking the beer of my younger, less sophisticated self...miller lite.

anyways, he kept walking across and ended up getting in line. that is absolutely awesome. going to the courthouse for some apparent reason. maybe he was to testify on someone's behalf. he did have on kickin' sneakers and matching headband. a well put-together brother. but the way he was walking and sipping his beer. then so casually getting in line like he didn't have a care in the world. it just made me jealous. i don't want to work today. i have to get a campaign approved. i have to update a status report. i have budgets to manage. fuck.

i would much rather be walking into the courthouse and put my bottle of beer on the table while i pass through the metal detectors.

1 Comments:

At 11:53 AM , Blogger James-H said...

You quit, I'll quit. We can be sipping High Life 40s on the courthouse curb by 4.

 

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