Borders on the border

I was at our local Borders bookstore the other night rediscovering how crummy it is even for a Borders. It's also right on the east-west divide of town, where the haves meet the have-nots and a few of the latter live in desperate circumstances in motels.

Surrounded by soccer moms, clip-art cute college students, and red-faced businessmen, I looked through the map section. Next to me an undergrad-aged East Asian-American guy was thumbing through a Parisian travel book, and next to the computer books a nerd of some kind with a shoulder bag and headphones was peering at an ASP howto book.

Suddenly the bathroom door next to us burst open and out lurched the other Costa Mesa: a 35ish tweaker with long dirty blond hair, sweaty t-shirt, bad acid-washed jeans, and a wild 1000-yard stare. He looked around with that bus crazy bugeyed face that says "look me in the eyes and I own you," so I studied a map of Turkey carefully. Without a particular victim to address, Motel Guy emitted this statement to the bookstore in general:

GOD DAMN, I HATE THE SMELL OF ASS!

He left, so he couldn't see me giggling helplessly into the maps, or the soccer moms blanching.

today's public safety radio quote

MEDIC: What's the ETA for sheriffs?

DISPATCH: Do you need them there or at the hospital?

MEDIC: We need them here because of... ...knives.

Millions of WHAT raised for Darfur?

Ad banner seen on Myspace today.

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