There were Bats in the Belfry this morning at 7th and Montana as a Dead Ringer for Quasimodo made the scene, intent on scaring me out of my wits. Moments after I arrived at Our Favorite Starbucks, a hooded, hunch-backed figure shuffled right up to me, groaned and waved his arms in my direction. "Just what we need around here," I thought, carefully avoiding eye contact, "another Psychopath with a Grim Reaper Fixation!" That's when all hell broke loose. "Quasimodo" jumped right in front of me, ripped off his hood and yelled, "Alms for the Poor, Marty ...!" It was Barista Tyler in disguise. Tyler, it seems, was meeting-up with Neighbor Roderigo, a local equestrian and author of a new book on "Getting Rich Quick." The next thing I knew, the two of them jumped into Roderigo's Bentley Convertible and zipped off to Greener Pastures. Now that's what I call a Rags-to-Riches story ...!
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I guess Starbucks is the New Church Of Notre Dame?
Life sure can be amazing, huh, lol!
Gotcha!
You might have seen through the disguise if you had made eye contact :o)
Alms to the poor and a Bentley convertible. Something is wrong there. Lots of Grim Reaper fixations? I thought the nice sunny weather would make people out there more cheerful? Guess not.
~Mary
Barista Tyler...what will he do next?!
I have to admit I might of jumped at someone doing that to me. Then again I would of ended up punching him on reflex, so maybe it's a good thing it wasn't me. (Hugs)Indigo
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