Sunday, May 11, 2003

Strange, maybe, but I love the smell of car airconditioning after a rain shower. Moisture. If moisture has a scent, it's that pungent discharge of air when first the airconditioner is turned on. Tomorrow is Mother's Day, that most dysfunctional of holidays. When angry mothers are reminded how little they are appreciated the other 364 days of the year, and mothers who are appreciated don't really notice. Restaurants are the lightning rod for that displaced angry energy. I don't know why I forgot to get the shift off. Yes, I'll make money, but the psychological damage, the witness to the tragedy that is contrived gender differentiation will be a much, much higher toll. Other waiter's in the business view Mother's Day brunch as I'm-a-gettin'. I see it as Armageddon.     12:59:45 AM