Today, I went to Schlotzsky’s for lunch. This is normally not that much of a big deal, except for the fact that I rode over with Brian, a fellow from work. Brian has some kind of a fancy hand-made 9 million horsepower Honda, which I’ve since named “the death mobile.” It’s about 2 inches off the ground, rumbles louder than Jackie Chan in the Bronx, and routinely takes corners at 40 per. Zoom zoom, my ass, he might as well spare the coroner the extra step and drive around in a hearse.
This picture was taken inside a store, where they weren’t too happy about me taking pictures. Oh well. (Maybe they’d prefer a lift in the death mobile?)
It has flourescent lighting and what appears to be some kind of devil in it. Somehow, I think that, if I ever go to Hell, there will be flourscent lighting there-it just is all that ugly when photographed.
That and Brian’ll be the chauffer.
Until next time…