Up at 10. I got online and made an appointment with my bank for noon, and got cleaned up and shaved etc., and was out of here at 20 after 11.
I stopped by the temple to drop off my January pledge. They'd sent it back to me, pointing out that I'd not signed, nor put an address, on the money order. So I'd done those things and packaged it all up again in an envelope along with a stamp to pay them back for the stamp they'd used. I just put this in the mail slot. I hope I got it right this time!
I rode down 5th and along one side of St. James Park noticing there are a lot of really out-of-it zombies even before noon, and didn't think much of it.
I got to the bank, locked the bike up, then took a little walk around San Pedro Square because I was early. I got back at ten before noon, and was invited in. I was doing, you know, bank stuff when everyone got excited and started saying "Alex! Alex! Your bike!" There was a scumsucker out there looking in my bike bags. A guy from the bank; a big guy, and I went out there and I had my pepper spray handy. "Oh, I'm sorry about the bike" the scumsucker said, and started to walk away. We made it evident that we'd watch his filthy ass until he was far away, and as he left he turned around and produced a box of cigarettes. "Want a cigarette?" asked the bum. "No, I don't smoke" I said in a naturally-occurring contemptuous tone.
Big Guy and myself went back into the bank, and marveled at that waste of oxygen offering a cigarette. "Only the scum of the earth smoke these days!" I said, and all agreed. So then, my bank stuff got done and they told me I can just bring my bike inside if I like in the future, and the talk became, not about the recent insurrection and the possible upcoming civil war, but of scumsuckers and how awful they are.
After leaving the bank I lost my semi-enthusiasm for going to Whole Foods, and could not even get interested in going anywhere else downtown so I decided to just go home. There's an area I'm coming to think of as "Hamsterdam"; it's where 5th and 6th streets meet City Hall and is typically full of scumsuckers. Hamsterdam would also be a good term for St. James Park, so it's a sort of general area.
I was riding back through this area when a scumsucker followed me on his bike for a short while and even cutting across and up onto a sidewalk didn't shake the zombie completely but the zombie did break off the chase. So I need to start riding new routes that avoid at least most of the scumsuckers.
I stopped at Nijiya on the way back for some shopping, and when I was asked "How are things going for you?" or something to that effect I said, "Not good" and gave a rundown of my scumsucker-y day. After all, the employees there have to deal with scumsuckers too and they need to know when scumsucker activity is increasing.
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