:: Stan in the place where you work ::

Friday, May 28, 2004

My office is located in a less than desirable location. Next door, the patrons of a women's shelter occasionally offer their, um, services (<- innuendo) in exchange for hard currency. Oftentimes there will be men propped up against our service entrance (<- not innuendo), content at having spent the entire night there with a warm can of beer for companionship. The after-hours entertainment landscape is dominated by multiple Blarney Stone establishments and even more storefronts purveying "all kinds of videos" (speaking of innuendo, these stores usually have titles of questionable tact but unimpeachable applicability, like "DVD Explosion"). I can attest from one curious expedition that they are not limited to selling videos.

The dinnertime dining options are almost nonexistent, and lunchtime likewise suffers from a dearth of good eats. There are some saving graces: a Chipotle, tasty Italian deli, and the short walk to Korea Town (which should more accurately be called Korea Block, though I suppose if you had it excised, transplanted to the suburbs, and spread about at the appropriate density, it might qualify as a hamlet). And then there's the neighborhood Pakistani joint.

The culinary Ike Turner to my Tina digestive tract, I can't but help return there week after week, even though I suspect it was the culprit behind a case of food poisoning some months back, and despite walking to lunch one day two weeks ago to find it shuttered by the health department. It's open again, and now they store their food at higher, legally-mandated, and tastier temperatures.

It's just something about the way the sister looks at me with those longing diasporic eyes. Or the way the brother gets irate when he relays the anecdote about his sister failing to check properly for counterfeit $20 bills. Or the big-screen television which, save for a brief stint during the Cricket World Cup, shows some of the more surreal choreographed dancing known to man set to a Bollywood soundtrack.

It's a shame I'm going to have to drive them out of business to make way for my new strip club. As honest businesspersons, they just don't fit in around there.

Posted by morland @ 08:10 PM

:: Comments ::

I'm starting to think that all of your posts can be divided into two categories: posts concerning your hair, and posts concerning eating establishments. Keep up the good work.

Posted by: choistein on May 28, 2004 08:56 PM

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