Ghetto snack

Cris is still recovering from last week's arthroscopic surgery, hooked up as much as possible to an ice chest with a pump and cables that circulate cold water around the recovering area. (I'll bet Barry Bonds, who said yesterday he doubted he'd play this year at all, failed to keep on the ice machine long enough after his knee arthroscopy in January, the complications of which he is still recovering from.) When I got home from work I walked to the corner store to get another bag of ice for the device.

Inside, I waited behind a playa in a sideways baseball cap and sky-blue athletic jacket from some NCAA college he'd never gone to. He purchased the following:
- Twinkies
- Red Bull drink
- 2 Swisher cigars
- a pint of Hennessy brandy

The store proprietor looked at the brandy. "Want a cold one?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," said the kid happily.

So the clerk went over to the deli counter and came up with a refrigerated pint of Hennessy instead. The kid paid and went out to his ride, a Pontiac which was piloted by a fairly good-looking girl.

I told Cris this story and she said, "The brandy's for her."