Last run of the afternoon shift yesterday - way out to Falls Road. Took the “scenic route” because I knew Shawan would be a clusterfuck: through the industrial park to Beaver Dam, up Ivy Hill Road. Five pizzas, $53. I get to her house, and of course, it’s drizzling (because nothing makes a Friday worse than rain). She hands me $60 — leaving me to stand out in the rain, y’know, whatever — then asks for change back. I hand over $7 and she hands me back $5 (don’t get me wrong, good tip), then remarks, “I guess I could’ve given you the whole bit, huh? Merry Christmas!”

Meanwhile, I’m thinking, “Yes, I guess you could’ve, thanks for rubbing it in my face.” Bizatch!

You’re David Copperfield!
by Charles Dickens
Coming up from a childhood that felt abusive, you have risen through
hard work to gain a place of stature in your life. You’ve spent altogether too much time
in factories and end up misspelling a fair number of words. But in general you are seen
as a beacon of hope for others who might not be as fortunate. Lots of people keep
mistaking you for a magician and are waiting for you to disappear.

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Some of this is more on the mark than other things …