Leaving New York. . .
Where did they go? I don't get it… They said to meet them here on the terrace, but I guess they left.
They live just across the way, and I'm sorry, but I just don't approve. Just look at that filth. Who lives that way
Pablo. Es Pablo.
Do you have the keys?
No, I'm outside.
Is she still here?
I think she left.
I feel better now.
It's just a room.
Still, I feel better.
My walk to work that lovely Tuesday morning, thinking about a machine that would detect the weight of your mug and brew you a cup of tea.
I get it. We have lives to live, businesses to run, families to love. Finding the time for awning repair just doesn't find a lofty place on the list of priorities.
Absorbing microwaves and eating snacks. By the way, turns out you can put aluminum foil in the microwave, just don't crinkle it up.