like the well-worn couplet goes:
”boss makes a dollar, I make a dime; that’s why I poop on company time.”
its relaxing, recalibrating, gives me something to look forward to while I drink my morning cup of coffee.
getting cash for ripping it is blissful and fulfilling. a cycle in which the money I make for dropping off the kids is spent on the #7 at jimmy johns to consume, so I can drop them off again on the clock the next day
I spent a few days in CDMX back in November. My flight landed around 5:30 in the morning and I couldn’t check into my hostel yet, so I dropped off by bags and walked over to café de tacuba for some chilaquiles. This group of three came in dressed to the nines and I snuck a pic with my Pentax because I was too embarrassed of my Spanish to go up and ask if I could.
