For future reference, if ordering food at a Belize restaurant, do not ask for black beans.
The man at the counter looked at me as if I was a rare insect, while illuminating me to the fact that it was NOT a Cuban restaurant, but from Belize, and they ONLY served red kidney beans. He then turned his back on me and went into the kitchen.
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I prefer to patronize small business establishments, rather then chain restaurants, yet, I had to leave. The final straw was when he scratched his head in front of me. If he does that in front of the customers, I doubt that is the only place he scratches, or dubious that he washes his hands in the restroom.
I needed some food and pronto, it was already past 8:00 pm, and the last meal I had was an avocado salad at 1:00 pm. I was feeling light headed and very weak by then; I drove to the complex where the gym, Target, and a supermarket are.
The man at the counter looked at me as if I was a rare insect, while illuminating me to the fact that it was NOT a Cuban restaurant, but from Belize, and they ONLY served red kidney beans. He then turned his back on me and went into the kitchen.
.
I prefer to patronize small business establishments, rather then chain restaurants, yet, I had to leave. The final straw was when he scratched his head in front of me. If he does that in front of the customers, I doubt that is the only place he scratches, or dubious that he washes his hands in the restroom.
I needed some food and pronto, it was already past 8:00 pm, and the last meal I had was an avocado salad at 1:00 pm. I was feeling light headed and very weak by then; I drove to the complex where the gym, Target, and a supermarket are.
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My intent was to buy something healthy for dinner at the supermarket.
My intent was to buy something healthy for dinner at the supermarket.
Upon entering, I was arrested by the scent of fresh baked bread. There were rows; upon rows of all types of pastries and breads fresh baked from the ovens…I was hypnotized; Manna from Heaven! The scent was so intoxicating; I swayed for a moment, my body and will too weak.
I partially regained my composure by leaning over the market cart for support. I pushed us away from the bread, to the fruit aisles; I dared not look anymore.
I am absolutely and irrevocably certain that Heaven smells like a bakery. One can lie on mounds of fluffy, redolent bread; these lovingly supporting me in a state of ecstasy.
I am absolutely and irrevocably certain that Heaven smells like a bakery. One can lie on mounds of fluffy, redolent bread; these lovingly supporting me in a state of ecstasy.
I only need to visualize it to have a cup of hot cocoa in front of me, or delicious jam and real butter as well. I can eat as much as I want, and not gain an ounce. I can stuff my brassiere with bread!
Wait! There will be no brassieres, nor any type of restrictions, prejudices, shame, nor complexes in Heaven.
While I lounge on my fluffy bolillo recliner, I listen to the perfectly harmonious celestial symphony, in between brakes, there are jamming sessions with Sinatra, Elvis, John Lennon, George Harrison, and Hendrix on the guitars. Louie Armstrong will join with his saxophone, and even Beethoven will join the mix on the piano.
Wait a minute! Perhaps I am stepping ahead of myself. Since I teeter precariously on the line between good and semi-bad, I might have to make a stop over in purgatory for a few days.
I imagine it will be like a sweltering, August day in Las Vegas. I will stumble into the Las Vegas Convention Center, to check out the event, and I will see Friedrich Nietzsche sitting in the front row of a N.O.W Convention (women’s gathering). The obvious incongruity of the situation being, the a/c is not in working condition, and the convention seems to be.....perpetual.
I digress, how did I drift from red beans, to bolillos, and to Nietzsche?
I am still weak, please forgive me. I made some purchases then I ambled to Target’s coffee shop.
While I lounge on my fluffy bolillo recliner, I listen to the perfectly harmonious celestial symphony, in between brakes, there are jamming sessions with Sinatra, Elvis, John Lennon, George Harrison, and Hendrix on the guitars. Louie Armstrong will join with his saxophone, and even Beethoven will join the mix on the piano.
Wait a minute! Perhaps I am stepping ahead of myself. Since I teeter precariously on the line between good and semi-bad, I might have to make a stop over in purgatory for a few days.
I imagine it will be like a sweltering, August day in Las Vegas. I will stumble into the Las Vegas Convention Center, to check out the event, and I will see Friedrich Nietzsche sitting in the front row of a N.O.W Convention (women’s gathering). The obvious incongruity of the situation being, the a/c is not in working condition, and the convention seems to be.....perpetual.
I digress, how did I drift from red beans, to bolillos, and to Nietzsche?
I am still weak, please forgive me. I made some purchases then I ambled to Target’s coffee shop.
I asked the lady in charge if she had any decaffeinated coffee.
-“We only have hot dogs, pop corn, and pretzels.” She said.
My feeble attention was directed to the big pictures of food. There was a nice salad; I asked if she had one in the fridge?
-“We only have hot dogs, pop corn, and pretzels.” She said, seemingly upset I interrupted her.
Oh, OK. I requested utensils and a plate to eat my purchased items. She obliged, while I thought I was hallucinating by now. I was mesmerized by the circumference of her arms, similar to a leg of mutton, both intricately tattooed down to her wrists.
Finally, I sat down to appease my ravenous hunger. I sliced two semi-green bananas, and layered strawberry yogurt, and almonds on top.
-“We only have hot dogs, pop corn, and pretzels.” She said.
My feeble attention was directed to the big pictures of food. There was a nice salad; I asked if she had one in the fridge?
-“We only have hot dogs, pop corn, and pretzels.” She said, seemingly upset I interrupted her.
Oh, OK. I requested utensils and a plate to eat my purchased items. She obliged, while I thought I was hallucinating by now. I was mesmerized by the circumference of her arms, similar to a leg of mutton, both intricately tattooed down to her wrists.
Finally, I sat down to appease my ravenous hunger. I sliced two semi-green bananas, and layered strawberry yogurt, and almonds on top.
After satisfying my hunger, I still felt too weak to venture into the gym.
It took a Herculean effort to shuffle myself there, yet I did!
Before that, I simply rested by face between my hands and contemplated the people purchasing stuff at Target’s, like busy ants.
After a while I wondered…why am I here? What is the meaning of life?
Eh!
