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Yesterday while I ate my tamales and sopaipilla's at Los Charritos, I sat facing two people at a table for four. This in itself was hardly unusual, since most of the tables there were four-tops. The man looked to be in his mid-60's to mid-70's, and the woman appeared to be in her late 20's or early 30's. She was blonde, and was wearing makeup. That they sat next to each other rather than across from each other indicated to me a familiarity and a desire for closeness. They appeared to be too chummy for a father-child or even grandfather-grandchild relationship, and it appeared to be a social rather than a business lunch. But who is to say?
This morning, I went to the Flying Star downtown rather than the homier Downtown Java Joe's. The food is better at the latter cafe but they do not have wireless. I was "saving" my trip to DJJ for tomorrow or Saturday morning when Roomie will be here. In retrospect, I should have followed my gut's inclination. Directly behind me sitting outside in the shade is a young local woman with her dog. The latter appears to be a mix of Samoyed and German Shepherd. Seems happy enough shedding large clumps of quasi-matted fur, though every time the woman brings a little paper bowl of water out for her dog (tie-downs and dog biscuits are available for dog-bearers here), the dog moves around and her leash topples the water bowl. I suppose you can bring the dog to water and vice-versa but there is no guarantee the dog will drink.
Posted by Underblog at July 7, 2005 10:04 AM
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