Breaking News! Wild kitten caught in stairwell! But first, This dude with the hair will say some stuff about things!
Before I get into the meat of todays post, I’d like to give a quick heads up to a really great music video by Bruno Mars. Yeah. I never thought I’d write that sentence either, but there’s a first time for everything. There’s a really nice feel good song called The Lazy Song out right now. I heard it on my way to work the other day and just had to look up the video to hear it again. After watching the normal video, it had guys in monkey costumes shoving their hands down their pants, I found something GREAT.
It’s called the “alternate version” but as far as my two cents go this should have been the only video made. So funny! If you recognize the old man, you totes get cool points from me. He’s such a legend!
I drive a car from the seventies. Sometimes it makes funny noises, sometimes smoke comes out of the hood, but I always feel great driving it. It is my baby. A while back I did a paintjob on this car, my father leading the charge with his wealth of mechanical know-how. Flat black with scallops, it was. For those of you who have poor picture-makers (Imaginations) it looks MEAN. Upon finishing this paintjob, my dad gave me this line of sage-like advice: “I know this is cool. You know this is cool. But there are going to be assholes that are going to hate on this.” Yesterday this happened. And I had fun with it.
I pulled up to my usual parking place outside of work and this old lady had just parked with a brand new two seater beamer convertible. If there’s one thing that I’ve noticed in my life as far as “cool cars” it’s that there is always going to be a certain group of people driving a certain kind of “cool car.” My car would be considered a “rat rod.” These are driven by the folks who know how to make something on the cheap and want it to look bad ass. Beamers, Corvettes, and Porches all fall under the “well off people” category. In other words, people who have enough money to drive these. In other words OLD PEOPLE, and often rich ones at that.
Having said that this Rich Old Lady was standing next to her currently topless car and gave me that sneer. You know that sneer that someone has when they know deep down in their sludgy heart that they have instantly decided that they are better than you? Yeah. That sneer. I peered through my aviators at the woman confused and went on my way. Her leather seats did indeed look quite nice under that blue sky.
I went in, said hello to my buddy at work, and then wandered around for a little while with him. (Us being the lazy lumps that we are.) After a little while we wandered outside. I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced Michigan weather before, but it tends to be rather…. “fickle.” In the short time that we had been inside sweet mama allah had decided to bring rain down on us by the buckets and we waited it out inside of a coffee shop. When the rain passed I waltzed on over to my car. There was miss prissy with a few rags cleaning out a bunch of water from inside that brand new beamer. Obviously she didn’t know how to press the button to make the roof go up. Some people…
You know that gleeful look that you give someone you hate when something bad happens to them? Yeah. That look. I may or may not have flashed that grin to her while I peeled out of my parking spot. She looked so silly in my rearview mirror.
We’re hipsters. We’re hippies. We’re rockers. Our looks may not always get us respect, but karma can be a bitch when it needs to be.
Hugs N Kisses,
-Costello
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