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It's the end of an
It's the end of an era. My old parking lot (the one next to the dog shit patch) is being turned into condos. Sixteen of them, to be exact. I have no idea how they're going to squeeze sixteen living spaces into this teeny little lot next to the railroad tracks, but that's the plan. So Monday I had to start parking in a new lot.
First, it's really hard to break old habits, especially habits that involve the route you've taken to work for the past two years. I have to turn on a different street to get to this new lot, and I haven't been able to hit my stride in terms of a new route. What I'm saying is that I drive in disoriented circles for at least five minutes every morning.
Second, my new parking lot is right behind Deja Vu. The strip club. Come on...you know..."Home of hundreds of beautiful girls - and 3 ugly ones." So while I no longer have to dodge dog poo on my walk to the office, I can now get great joy from the fact that for a brief moment each weekday morning, passing cars wonder if I'm a stripper.
Posted July 24, 2002 9:59 AM
meg - we all know you've been known to show up on amature night when the funds are low.
Posted by: dudeinseattle on Wed Jul 24, 2002 | ReplyObscure strip club fact: In 1989, the city of St. Paul ponied up $1.8 million to the owners of an adult movie theater, the Faust, to shut it down. The owners of the Faust accepted the taxpayers' money, closed the theater, then opened up this Déjà Vu club across the river in Minneapolis the next year.
Posted by: EternalFootman on Wed Jul 24, 2002 | Replyholy crap, that is obscure...where do you find that stuff?!
Posted by: irish-girl on Wed Jul 24, 2002 | Replyon a related note: meet any nice girls you could give my email to yet?
hmmmm......Methink you just got busted for the vicarious thrill of parking behind Deja-Vu for years, just to thrive on the validation that you most certainly are not one of the three "attractively challenged" employess mentioned in their advertising. To lament the loss of playing twister with canine feces is however a much more insidious reference, since I see dog poo fetishists fastidiously scooping the stuff up "hot from the tube" all over this damn twin cities. What kind of cult is this? Freshness is obviously of enormous importance to them, for I never see them graciously removing older examples from pet owners obviously too infirm to collect it at the time of distribution. Or perhaps an "anonymous" fecal barrage is of no interests to these severely didsturbed individuals, who are obviously planning some sort of highly involved canine feces ritual hierarchally based on freshness. Do they obsessively preserve and store their hound's excrement via refridgeration during the colder winter months when unloaded prize can be difficult to locate under the detritus left my multiple snow events and other, less fetishistic dog owners? Is it perhaps a corruption to mistake another canine's feces for for your own prized animal's excrememt as one is blindly scooping up the mush from a snowbank, while he beast is madly pulling at the leash heading for his next target? Urine seems to be completely excluded from this collection process, does it not posess some ritual value of some kind? I suppose these are the things dog owners ponder when they know one of their favorite hunting grounds are about to be obliterated via housing construction, making their fecal collective practices evermore public as they are forced to expose themselves on public streets and other thoroughfares suitable for dog walking.
The horror....the horror, and uncounseled trauma this must cause the dog owners. I rcommend they seek an attorney immediately and seek some sort of compensatory damages from the aformentioned developer for their loss. This is some serious shit.