Lunch Represents something terrific for me. It is my temporary reprieve from hell and today it was especially important. Today lunch provided me with a way to cope with the sudden and unexpected fact that my Separation from someone of great importance had been extended another 24 hours....

While sucking the last bit of chocolate milk through my straw an 'exchange occurred.'

"Did you just fucking see that?" He said.

"HuH? See what?" I said. I had been straining to look inside my milk carton to assess the fill level.

"That guy is the coolest guy in this city!"

"What?!" I said, now panicked. It had been Juno weekend, I immediately interpreted this seriously spoken statement as the presence of a possible lingering celebrity.
We stopped, I quickly turned around, gawking left, right, up and down the sidewalk.

"Who?" I said, I don't see anyone.

"There!" I followed the arm; the point. My jaw literally dropped. It wasn't even a Sunny day.

"What?! That fucking Nut job?" I said, possibly much too loudly.

"Ya Him!"

"What?! He is wearing 3D fucking glasses!" I said.

"I know! It's awesome! 3D glasses and a business suit!"

"You fucking moron. Do you think he is seeing everything in 6D now? Maybe 9D" I said, my rant triggered. A venting of the day's sum of stress and frustration had begun.

[no answer]

"He is obviously retarded. It's not a fashion statement! They are paper glasses with plastic lenses! His Mom probably dressed him. Hell his mom is probably calling the cops now looking for him! He probably escaped from whatever sponge bathing he was getting and thought the 3D glasses he watches cartoons with will make him see better. He's probably wearing the fucking glasses just so it appears as if every bitch wearing blue and red now is jumping at him. I can definitively say that guy is a loser. wait... not just a loser... A total fucking loser."

THe Walk light changed and we crossed to the front of work, I strode back through the gates of... THe Silence had lasted for quite some time now. I had been catching my breath.

"You done?" He said.

"Actually" I said. "Ya, I think I am." My heart rate returning to its impressive rest rate.

"Feel better?"

" a little."

"Just a little bit?"

"Give me 24 hours." I said, smiling at the thought.
It had been an eventful morning.