SKippy is having a GREAT DAY!

[underpants]

Okay last day at work.

On my way in I decided to stop at the Starbucks in the middle of the fan. Typical fan (area of Richmond) crowd. So after I order (an embarrassingly long order to be honest) I go over and read the front page of the New York Times (war death and divorce) and the local rag (death war divorce and Kevlar) and I wait. Seated right behind me is some “Skippy” type right out of central casting-he has the foam sunglasses holder which seems to have replaced the baseball hat from the college years as a intricate part of his being.

Our barrister, whose name swear to god was “Tron”, calls out “Non fat latte” a guy gets up from across the room to get it.

I sense Skippy behind me moving about on the edge of his chair. “blah blah blah moche blah blah” Tron calls out-a woman steps forward.

Skippy at this point can FEEL IT! There is a calming few seconds and then finally Tron sets down a cup and says “Soy latte”…… to no one in particular and very softly I hear from right behind me Skippy let loose the following







“ROCK ON!”
and bolts up to get his cup. He’s off on another day’s adventure.


Rock on, Skippy- Rock on indeed.
:headbang:

[Richardo]

1. We should all have Skippy's satisfaction threshold

What a wonderful world it would be.

:hi: UP, congrats on the last day at work :toast:

[underpants]

2. Rock on Richardo

ROCK the *&%^ ON! :banghead:

[Richardo]

3. BTW:

"Tron" :rofl: