How ya doin', Carlos? Apparently ya got back to da casa OK. No FHP warnings on your return, I hope!
For all ya'll dat haven't met Carlos, he's a total pleasure to personally know and converse with! Willing to bet that many, if not most, folk here have never utilized da freedom spirit, appreciation of da USofA and work ethic dat has brought my Cubano friend into his 'seasoned' years.
Actually, now knowing just a lil' part of his background, hopefully ya can see sum 'poetry' in his 'expressions'; and not be so quick to make light of his postings; and those of others!
OK, off my... fer now!
BTW, being an ol' fart myself, I can decipher and appreciate his posts a hellava easier dan sum of da 'textings' of present day!
Hi Iffy,
How are you doing?. Hope you left just in time to avoid the deluge.
I'm fine. No beef with da law on my way back. Thank you.
I employed a lot of time I shouldn't have. Talking vape&mods.
Got out @ 3:35PM.
My only incentive in daylight in Tampa are the Bocatto's Cuban sandwiches.
I know they close @ 4:00PM. I wish I could run that biz only to 7:00PM. I'd be very rich.
Anyway, I called. They are in Ibor City. Traffic is terrible.
It's impossible to be there before closing time. Even for me.
I get a full operator board, recordings and everything.. "Dial # for this, # for that, etc.
I finally talk to a human being. It's 3:40 now.
" Buenas tardes, quiero poner una orden".
"I don't speak Spanish, let me get someone to help you".
"No need, I want to place an order."
".How can I help you."
"I want 20 extra large Cuban sandwiches and 10 papas rellenas." "Do you need a cc #?
( I'm thinking, i'll be very popular in my 'hood.)
"Only I'm downtown Tampa. I know you close at 4:00PM. Can I pickup my order on time?."
She's not impressed by my order at all.
"I don't think so". "They close the front doors at 4:00PM."
"How about the back doors?." I'm not from here and I want the sandwiches to go."
(Like I'm gonna eat even 1/2 of one right there.)
"Sorry sir", "I don't think that's possible." "Anything else I can help you with?.".
"Yes, where can I rent a helicopter?." She laughs. "Bye love". "Bye sir."
Screw Bocatto's. I can get a very mean Cuban sandwich in Miami too. Not as good though.
I take I-275 to see the bay and the Skyway. Beautiful sight. Even in heavy rain.
Only the should call it St Pete's bay. That much I "love" Tampa.
In I-75, I start noticing a lot of middle of the highway signs. I have time to look up.
"Congestion in 5 miles" "Congestion in 13 miles." etc.
All fender benders nobody will notice in I-95.
May God bless I-75 from the 836 in Miami to exit 136. My exit. I'll never complain again.
I try to shortcut a little. And get lost in the rain. Bunch of farms close to 41. But I can't find it.
Call 'lil doc, and she's driving back from Miami in even heavier rain.
"Can't talk now. I'm in heavy rain, have to to concentrate". "You have a compass in your phone."
Aha, I can barely make a phone call. Let alone find a compass.
I'm lucky even in my disgrace. But I have to drive all the way to exit 136 to get home.
Her car is inside MY garage. Not a good welcome. Invasion of MY property is a capital offence.
I get wet while I move all the stuff to fit my car. We agreed my car, a 'vert, will be the Only car in there.
We are both too tired to fight. There's always tomorrow. Enough said.
I hope you made it A-OK.
Going back to sleep a little.
Always a pleasure to chat with you, Carlos.
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