Maybe I should just go to the local Deli store ang get a fresh hero sandwich made. Get something real quick and fast. I walked the four blocks to the local Deli. I get in and go by the counter.
"Yes sir, how may I help you?" The man asked behind the counter.
I gave him my order, "Let me get a hero. Pastrami, provologne cheese, with lettuce, tomato, and mayonnaise. You know what make it light on the mayo just a little bit. And put some salt and pepper. And a little olive oil."
"Will that be all sir?"
"Yeah that's it." I go over to the cold storage area to get a soda. And there's just like so many choices all the time. You've got all these kinds of Iced Teas, sodas, juices. and all these bottled water.
I grabbed a bottled water. Then an old caucasian lady walked in with her dog in a leash. I always wondered why the times are so politically correct that we have to call her caucasian. Why not just call her the old white lady? Because the people say it's wrong and hurtful. Give me a break. You have too many people with no sense of humor in this country that takes offense about anything. They complain about everything. This country is too politically correct that you can't even have funny jokes anymore.
The old white lady and her dog. It's funny, she has her dog wearing a sweater. She may find that cute. But does anyone ask the dog if the dog wants to wear the damn sweater?
I bet she dressed up the dog in the sweater at her home. She went something like this: "There there cutie. You look so cute," the old white woman told the dog. The dog probably told herself, "Are you kidding me? This thing is tight on the neck I can't even breathe properly. How about if I put this sweater on you and see how you like it old woman?"
Yeah it probably wen that way. Dogs are animals, not people. If the dog can talk, it would probably curse you out for the stupidity of some pet owners put them through.
The sad part is maybe that's her only family. Her kids and grandchildren probably don't even visit her, like the majority of people in the country. When the people get old, they put them to pasture. I'd hate to get old in this country. But mostly I'd hate to get old and lose my teeth and have to wear dentures. It's kind of scary to have teeth inside a clear glass of water next to your bed. If you happen to wake up in the middle of the night, and you look at those teeth and all of a sudden the dentures start speaking, "Hey don't touch me! Leave me alone dammit!"
That can be a horror movie or even a horror story. Like a funny one. Scary but funny.
You see. Walking around and you get all these ideas. Walking gets you out of writer's block. You get all these crazy ideas in your head.
Well I better head home and eat this hero sandwich while it's still fresh. So I grabe a soda, Sprite, and paid for the sandwich and the soda at the counter. Amazing. There's this old man betting like a hundred dollars worth of lotto. Geez all that retirement money every month, and he squanders it on lotto. Oh well, I wonder if your old, if wasting money on lotto doesn't matter to you since you are so close to meeting God soon. Or Yahweh. Or Allah. Or The Buddha. Or the Spirit Tree. Or whatever is the main deity of your religion.
Writing Tip: Hmmm that's another list you can make. If you know mythology by way of reading or watching it in the movies, why not make a list and create your own mythology. Make up the names of the main characters in your mythology, and write out a character background for each one. It doesn't matter how weird they are written. In fact the weirder, the better. It helps kick start the writing.
I walked out of the store and headed for home. A firetruck zooms by with its sirens deafening my ears. I think to myself, it must be a false alarm. Then another firetruck comes from another block and heads towards the same block as the other one did. I think to myself its just a coincidence. Then as I neared the corner block, an ambulance ir rushing towards where the firetrucks went. Okay. Now something is definitely wrong here. What could it be?
