Sunday, October 26, 2014

I am Ashamed. Sort Of.

The ever urbane Muscato from Cafe Muscato describes an afternoon swanning about Vienna and then asks what the rest of us lesser mortals did lately for amusement.  I bought a suede coat and a pair of giant blue and white porcelain vases; got trapped in a clusterfuck of traffic because of this World Series thing here for an hour and a half and then leaned out of my car window and spat on a limo that was causing a bottleneck on the only escape route out of downtown San Francisco.

Even as I let loose, I wondered who on earth I had become.  I may have launched originally from Texas, but I've been a Lady for years now.  Nevertheless, the limo's passenger's look of horror was immensely gratifying.

I may have been watching a little too much American Horror Story lately.



12 comments:

  1. Oh dear. The only proper way is to have ones manservant to spit on the offending limousine.
    That's what I think I read in Emily Post once.

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    1. Ms Post would have had her shiv out and ready by the time she put up with what I had.

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  2. I think the proper thing would have been to introduce yourself first, then spit. A nice thank you note stating that you would love to spit on them again.

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    1. Sweetie, it's San Francisco. One never offers to see anyone again, it's like recycling kleenex.

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  3. I absolutely cannot imagine you doing this. Fred, on the other hand . . . .

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    1. Oh, please. The suede coat, on the other hand, turned out to be too big. Where were you when I needed you?

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    2. Be careful when you say things like that; you could find me permanently in residence.

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  4. I expect people gob out greenies in Vienna, too. It's just that Muscato is too genteel to blog about it.

    It's endemic in Miami, too, it seems...

    Jx

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    1. Yeah, but I wasn't "unburdening myself" as the Miami writer phrased it so delicately. I was making a point, a gesture, a gesture which translates as "Take that, bitch."

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  5. I once spat on a BMW. I felt very satisfied afterwards

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    1. Right? Embracing the thug life occasionally is so liberating.

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  6. Spitting on a limousine is now considered rude? San Franciscee sure sounds highfalutin these days.

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