On the Park Bench Like Bookends

You'll never guess who I saw yesterday. You won't! Mostly because I saw a lot of people. I went out with my friend, Joanne. We drank our not-quite-matching drinks at Stockton Bridge in the late afternoon. The waiter really got into the idea of photos. He had to bring another lime slice. It was beautiful weather, warm, sunny, and some sewage but the folks at Margaritaville had to sit closer to the sewage. Joanne and I had the bird's eye view.  I took photos of the sewage but I'll spare you the visual deets unless you're writing a report and need photos. Lots of cans, plastic containers, wood, foam that looked like sponges, filth. Not pretty. The sewage-y stuff was riled up in the last storm.

I saw, Chris, who was standing around at the weekly car "show" doing his thang, being car-y. I got a good hug out of the brief "seeing" and I have to confess that I have not had a good hug like that since he dumped me in July. I was a streetwalker out looking for hugs at a car show. Seeing him didn't make me cry, didn't make me nervous. Seeing him, the great hug and our conversation made me feel happy. And driving away did not make me sad. 

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Thanks to toothpastefordinner.com for the comic.