On Tuesday, I ducked out of the Potomac rain into a Mexican burrito dive on 14th Street where fine food is served warm sans plates, but snugly wrapped in aluminum foil; and the decor is true Americana: wobbly plastic lawn furniture, tissue-paper flowers, and crayon-drawn effigies of hearts & houses & "mama" on printer paper taped up on the walls. This is my kinda eatery. I ordered a burrito de pollo con todo. "Mama" assured me it was "el mejor" in the city.*
As I waited for me grub to finish getting tasty behind the counter, mama's kids sat at the table next entranced by the show Sponge Bob Square Pants cranked up to volume 9 on the restaurant's big screen TV. For years, I'd seen Sponge Bob's likeness on t-shirts, backpacks, plastic cups, etc.; but never actually watched the show. Now, I couldn't avoid it.
And so it was that I was forced to watch five or seven minutes of that obnoxious garbage during which I caught myself thinking, When I was their age, I had--
I couldn't agree more.
*True.
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To live and survive in DC,
You must learn ABC, CBA.
Learn backward. Screams.
Wear expensive threads.
Wear silk bow ties drips.
Drips from ice creams.
Good Sesame Streets?
DC is so pitiless rude.
Kermit balances you.
Hop with pogo sticks.
Folk seem distressed.
Ay, at farm market Ya grins.
Eaters. Amazingly beautiful.
I'll also sense genuine pity for me/you too?
I am never sure. No hop in a manhole cover.
Stop by for rainbow swiss chard on H- Street?
You'd have to check FRESHFARM markets's food web.
Say howdy to pleasant Ann, Bernie, Kermit etc.,all foodies.
Nice morn post. You need to have Gonzzo cuss more? no E.P.
No stop off at Starbucks for skim milk Lattee Kenya coffees.
Bring Burt?
no burp
hiccup
okay