Bentley's, Mercedes and Pipes. Oh my.

Today is going to be one of those days. I can just feel it. It's already been a little strange. Most of it has nothing to do with me. But I can feel it in my gut. Something is in the air.

This morning I saw a lovely gentleman, driving a Bentley, drop off his daughter at school. I can just imagine the conversation this morning.

"Good morning, Sissy."

"Good morning, father."

"Should we take the Bentley this morning? he says.

"That sounds lovely father, should we call someone to bring it out front for us?"

"Of course dear, now gather your things. It's time to go to school."

Ok. Ok. I know what you're thinking. She's lost it. And maybe I have. Because these are the conversations that go on in my head. Really they do. And now I've written it down and shared it with you. This is definitely cause for concern.

So after this conversation ended. (The one inside my head.) Another one started.

I'm still in the car on my way to work. I am now on Marina Blvd., near the San Francisco marina, when I see a big honkin' silver Mercedes next to me. In the back seat is a dapper looking older gentleman. Expensive suit, silver hair, starched white shirt. He's talking to the person driving. The person driving is a middle-aged hispanic woman sitting so close to the steering wheel that it seems to be attached to her. She's actively talking to the man in the back seat. He is all relaxed in back, in the corner, legs crossed, arm up on the side, like he's sitting on a couch.

WHO is SHE? And WHO is HE? Mr., I-don't-have-to-wear-a-seat-belt-and-please-drive-me-somewhere-very-important-this-morning. If only I were a fly!

When we lived in New York and Connecticut you would see people getting limo'd around all the time. The standard limo vehicle is a black town car. The driver always wore a black suit, starched shirt and tie. You just don't see that kind of thing around here. It's a New York thing I guess.

It's confirmed. I've lost it. I think it's my new office. See the picture - and the pipes. I sit right in front of them in my new office. No. I'm not in the basement. My office is actually pretty cool. I just happen to have the Sprinkler SHUT OFF VALVE inches behind my head. No biggie.

All right. That's enough. I need to get to working.

Ta ta!!