Trying to fit in, in Phoenix
I almost got the room on fire last night …
My power cable started to shoot sparks while I was in bed working on my laptop naked. I tried to take control on the situation by prioritizing actions. Think fast Victor … what should you do first; save the room, disconnect the laptop, avoid a fire, get dress, or save the family jewels. In a split second I took the obvious decision … save the family jewels first. Then I jumped out of bed and disconnected the laptop. – “What that hell happened?” my plastic power cord got melted in a section that apparently wasn’t making a internal connection.
Today, I went to get another powercord. On my way to BestBuy I discovered that I’m not such a good rollerblader as I thought. After six miles, I gave up rollerblading under the 105 degrees temperature. My head started to feel dizzy. Mmmh … dehydrated someone? So, I went to a seven eleven and got a 64 ounces super duper big gulp. I looked kind of geeky with my super duper big gulp, rollerblades hanging from my backpack and big ass sunglasses.
- “So fella, when is the bus stopping by” – I asked a black ex-convict that after ten months in prison got out this morning. He was eating fried chicken. – “How’s that chicken” I asked trying to fit in the “hood”. He looked at me like a dog will look at you when you get to close to his in-mouth-meal and said … – “Good”
I guess people in Phoenix are not nearly as friendly as people in Boulder but you know, I tried. So, I got the message; don’t sit next to him at the bus stop bench, just sit on the floor. Sitting cross legged on the the floor I resumed asking questions about prison. I stared over from time to time waiting for him to finish his meal. “He is done, great” I thought.
- So was it hot to be in prison? I mean it is hell out here.”
“We have air conditioning in prison” – he said
“I guess you are not too happy about getting out, this temperature sucks !!”
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