I'm working downtown today, rather than teleworking. I don't do it very often (12 hour days are really not my speed anymore), but I was hoping to track my boss down - of course, he called in sick, but that's life.
Anyway... since I was downtown, I went out to grab lunch from one of the food carts. Portland has the greatest food carts, in my opinion - unlike most cities, they're generally stationary (mobile-enabled, but stationary), and you can get any cuisine you want as long as you're willing to go looking. I've seen Ethiopian, Cambodian, a stand devoted to nothing but takomaki... everything. Several of the parking lots downtown have converted their fringe spaces (the ones next to the sidewalk) to nothing but food carts, and my office is right next to one of the ground-zero areas.
At any rate - I was a woman on a mission (or at least a lunch run.) It being an uncharacteristically nice Portland day (there was an Unidentified Frying Object visible in the heavens), I had on my Terminator Bitch sunglasses. You know the kind - they cover half your face and make you look surprisingly intimidating. They would make Mother Theresa look surprisingly intimidating. I also had my Ipod blasting "The Ride of the Valkyries". You know, you can make pretty good time on a mobility scooter if you really put your wrist into it. I had people half a block away getting out of my way. It felt... empowering. I didn't actually bowl anyone over - in fact, I was very polite as I made my way along, but a little fear in the populace is good for one's soul.
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