jackieomonroe

Make me happy with either:
a) Kind words
b) Funniness
c) Taking a look at my wish list, that I just worked on, and sending me something nice My wish list

Justin and I went to the diner around us last night and saw some of the saddest yet comforting sights. I couldn't help but to people watch.
It was 12:30 AM- 2:15 AM on a Thursday night and the place was full of people that looked so alone. The kind of people that you look at and feel alittle sad inside for.

Let me tell you about the people...

-There was this lady who was sitting at the counter. She wore a tight polyester dress with a horrid print and showed every roll in her stomach, a big black cardigan, and keds.... The right ked was ripped. She carried a blue duffle bag the size of a purse and her hair a salt and pepper diaster. She kept getting up to go to the bathroom and asked the transexual/vistite waiter(ress) for a dollar bill for her four quaters with a raspy elder lady's voice... the kind that a woman in her 60s would have if she had 5 cats and smoked since she was 13.
The trannie waiter(ress) tried to give her a dollar instead of taking the four quaters. She insisted that she didn't need his charity, that she was just locked out of her home and was waiting for her son to come home and unlock the door.
For some reason, I didn't believe her story.

- There was a man at the counter with a long white beard and hair with all jean attire on and a pair of Frye boots. Frye boots are very expensive... his were about $250. He was a character, but I'm ashamed to say that I thought to myself "he paid a lot of money to look that bad."

-The jean man sat next to a man that wore dressy grey slacks and a orange short sleeved shirt. He had a scrunched up italian face and glasses a constrution worker wears (with the aviator band across the bridge of the nose). He looked like he could be a substitute teacher, or something authortive but not really. They spoke of politics and the weather.

- The two girls sitting behind me were having a strange conversation that made them sound very pretentious. They were friends with the trannie waiter(ess).

- Finally, on to the trannie:waiter(ess)... (s)His name was Ricky and he wore his mid neck lengthed hair half up and half down. He wore black mudd pants... (anyone remember mudd? The coolest 1990-01 teen clothing with a hand print on the ass?)
Anyways, he wore black sketcher-looking shoes and had his monroe pierced. All I could think was "good for him. Ricky is living the way he wants to and doesn't care what anyone else thinks."
I envied him.

-And Lastly, the ghetto white bus boy who was very nice. He polietly asked if we were finished, and said "thank you, have a good nite!" It was strangely comforting to know that people like him are out there.


It was at this resturant that I realized that I'm very preceptive to people's moods. I feel the way a person is feeling without knowing them. It is comforting that people like this exist because I was starting to think that people were starting to be cookie cutter just like the suburban neighboorhoods popping up everywhere. It was nice to know that real people with real problems existed. I don't know why, it just does.