I haven't packed my bags just yet. That's kind of an inside double entendre. The single part of this is the 'End of the World' thing. Didn't bat an eye, such is my courage and defiance of danger. Apart from the fact that I rarely know what day it is, I didn't put any stock into the Mayan deal. Someone always thinks it's the end of the world. Even REM. I feel fine.
But while not contemplating the end of days or whatever, I considered taking a breakfast break at the end of my shift. There was really only one option. Mecca Cafe. It's kind of amazing to me how serious Seattle takes their food. It shouldn't be, considering how seriously the bulk of the population takes their selves. And yet it is. I have found a couple spots that serve illegally delicious burgers. Granted, burgers are pretty delicious in premise alone, but I have a couple spots that are even more so. And when it comes to breakfast...Pfft. Mecca. And there is plenty of pork to go around.
So while not contemplating the end of the world, I was considering the end of my hunger. This outfit, Mecca, just does it right. So much so that I was actually hoping the same grill guy/girl would be here to whip up my omelette. I'm not even kidding. When I was here last, the expressionless waitress described the grill person as the guy wearing a braw. Huh. No problem. Hell of an omelette.
So I came in today and asked about this character, who's name is Cody, somewhat ironically, she expanded. "Ya. He wears a braw." I was trying to be sensitive to the societal norms of Seattle, the Eden of progressiveness, and asked innocently, "Is uhh, is that normal? Around here?" She goes, "Around here it is." She paused. Then added, "But it's pretty weird. He also thinks he's a vampire and hangs out on the roof a lot." Huh. OK. I'm hip. Still a hell of an omelette.
So despite the possibility of bloody vampire drool and the sexually ambiguous nature of the grill person and my relationship, I caught a cab to come here and get breakfast. I'm basically paying $40 dollars for breakfast. And it's a bargain. Just omeletty and slightly burnt hashbrowny goodness through and through. I didn't even need a menu. I just kind of rambled off some things I wanted like I was tom Cruise or something, not ordering off the menu. Phenomenal. Blue ribbon for this place.
So, the question is: Do you want an omelette? I feel like I can sell anything at any time. And do so without the advertising jargon that puts people on their guard. It started with the utility belt condom that I kind of invented in my head when I was a wee tyke of like seven. Just did an infomercial in front of my parents about this condom that had grappling hooks for when it broke or came off. If they weren't mesmerized, I'm sure they would have been appalled. But anyone who's had to deal with Condom drama would have for sure bought one.
And here we are, twenty something years later. Still spinning anecdotes about desirable things. Like when I took speech in college, my teacher hated me. With a deep passion. It may or may not have had to do with my super macho sensibilities contrasted with her feminist slant/constant tardiness/smart assedness. But whatever the case, we had a speech that was a kind of big project that we were supposed to have spent time on and have notes blah blah blah. Well, the morning of the speech, I woke up a little late and decided what to do my speech on and grabbed the Listerine Mint Paste toothpaste. It was empty, so I pulled the cap off and blew into it, making it look full and went off to school.
It was about my turn to speak when I walked in. I strode to the front of the class with a self assured way about me and started. Got the attention with something like, "have you ever woke up and felt like your mouth was just too funky to get clean with brushing?" So I gave this speech and it was obvious I made everything up as I went. But it was persuasive. The teacher wasn't thrilled. Mainly because she couldn't make her point about preparation etc. I told her "If you stay ready, you don't have to get ready". She loved that.
Anyway, when she was through berating my study habits I nodded thoughtfully and addressed the class. "How many of you are gonna go out and buy this toothpaste today?" Every hand went up. They were asking to see the container so they could smell it etc. I looked at the teacher and shrugged, "I don't know. If this was supposed to be a persuasive speech, It seems like I kinda nailed it." And there was for sure a tangible vibe of she hates me but I'm kinda funny and so she couldn't get any momentum with the class. Sadly, I enjoyed it.
If there is a point, I think it's that that toothpaste no longer exists. If I were their marketing guy, it would be a top seller. Maybe it's time to think about a career change. And I can sometimes sell myself as a desirable man to hang out with. Easily the toughest sale of all.