Beverage: diet red bull
Toast: here's to best intentions
Some mornings I enjoy a Red Bull since they don't have Rock Star. I get I at seven, though and the fridge where they keep them is often still locked at that hour. So I have to go ask her to open it up while she is waiting on others.
This morning that very thing happens. She sees me lurking around the line with nothing in my hands and mouths "red bull?" I nod and for the first time ever, she hands me the keys. Ho ho, no waiting, for now I am trusted with the keys!
I am all pleased with myself as I go over to unlock my prize. I put the key in the lock and it breaks off in my hand. Aaaagh! I sheepishly go over to confess my deed. No Red Bull for you! She exclaims. But she looks a little worried when she says it.
Later at lunch I would sneak over to the cooler to see if they got it open. She spots me and sing songs "oh, youwanna red bullll" But it was all good and they had a new, much sturdier key.
The incident reminded me of a waiter in India. We would go to the fancier restaurant in the hotel sometimes. After a particularly long day, I resolved to order a drink. Looking at the menu I found the one with the stupidest name: The Bad Man. It was rum or something and Red Bull. Tasted pretty good.
So of course they knew us there and the next times we would go, the waiter would smartly ask me if I wanted the same drink again. Except that with his accent it sounds like 'baaahd maaahn". This was amusing so of course I said yes. After that they would call me dee baaaahd maaahn: Here comes dee baaaahd maaahn. Big grins everywhere.
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These snaps are kind of marginal, but I'm enjoying trying out Lightroom 5. I think I should prolly re-crop. The fun details are getting lost a bit.
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