pilgrims eat jelly donuts and get sticky

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"yo man, hey man, right man."

i went to the local pizza place - humboldt pie - last evening. it was splendid really, but i always get this feeling like i don't fit there. for one, most people drink coffee and sit on laptops on the periphery of the restaurant. i usually sit somewhere middleish and make all kinds of racket with loud stories. i notice the stares from faces lit up like jack-o-lanterns from the laptops cradled on their tables (sorry, had to make the halloween reference). if you are one of these people or ever have been one of these people, understand this: there is a world outside your laptop and you are in it.

when i awkwardly left my table to order a sandwich, i was greeted by the cashier / sandwich guy with lots of "man." he said, "hey, man." "good choice, man." "alright man, i'll bring that our to your table man." and, of course, when he lay down my food he said, "here you go, man."

i felt especially assured of my manhood. i didn't have to do my usual nightly check. i thank you. man.