Friday, February 23, 2007
Wormhole Spotted In South Phoenix!
I always thought wormholes were just figments of the warped minds of the geeks who write science fiction.
You know about wormholes, right? Sometimes they're really weird looking, like a warped, multicolored cornucopia. Other times, you can't see them at all. But step into one, and you'd better hang on to your ass. They can hurtle you forward or backward in time or space, maybe even both. Stumble into one, and the next thing you know, you're running like hell to avoid being the entree for a tyrannosaurus rex.
I was working around 7th Avenue and Southern today, when nature came a-calling. Or, as I prefer to say, I had to piss like a race horse. When I happened upon the Food City at 7th Avenue and Southern, I pulled in, parked and headed inside to avail myself of the facilities. That's when I found the wormhole. I hit it just as I stepped from the parking lot and onto the sidewalk. In the blink of an eye, everything got real sparkly and wavy, and then there I was: In Mexico.
Everything, I mean everything was in Spanish. They have an outdoor grille where you can get some unpronounceable cuisine, and all the TVs installed out there were on Spanish stations. Not a word of English was spoken, and the guy at the door wouldn't let me in until I showed him my passport. Just my luck, my light came up "red" and they searched me, and el bano was all the way in the back.
It'll be a while before I chance any Iraqi restaurants.
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You know about wormholes, right? Sometimes they're really weird looking, like a warped, multicolored cornucopia. Other times, you can't see them at all. But step into one, and you'd better hang on to your ass. They can hurtle you forward or backward in time or space, maybe even both. Stumble into one, and the next thing you know, you're running like hell to avoid being the entree for a tyrannosaurus rex.
I was working around 7th Avenue and Southern today, when nature came a-calling. Or, as I prefer to say, I had to piss like a race horse. When I happened upon the Food City at 7th Avenue and Southern, I pulled in, parked and headed inside to avail myself of the facilities. That's when I found the wormhole. I hit it just as I stepped from the parking lot and onto the sidewalk. In the blink of an eye, everything got real sparkly and wavy, and then there I was: In Mexico.
Everything, I mean everything was in Spanish. They have an outdoor grille where you can get some unpronounceable cuisine, and all the TVs installed out there were on Spanish stations. Not a word of English was spoken, and the guy at the door wouldn't let me in until I showed him my passport. Just my luck, my light came up "red" and they searched me, and el bano was all the way in the back.
It'll be a while before I chance any Iraqi restaurants.
