Subway's Soap opera....Trampdown;Date Log 2012

     There are mornings that I drink my first cup of coffee in a Subway's sandwich shop.  A homeless morning, waiting for a hobo moment.  It's cheap and the coffee Urn is outside in the lobby.  [homeless moment, something like a Ah-Ha moment]. This is like hitting the jackpot!  Pay for one, and have about three.  I know it's wrong, but that is why it is called a "Hobo" moment.  I offer no excuses.

     Ya know, as we move through this life we acquire "luggage".  Ideas, opinions, memories.  Good and bad.  It's all the ground work for our scripts.  The soap operas we call life.  Our own individual life's.  Now just walking into this Subway I have became a part of their Subway Soap opera... Isn't it great to be able to enter and exit a scene whenever we want?..Whenever I come in contact with others I enter a "soap opera".  We are all actors.  But, I mean it in a good way, it is essential to have all the diversity. I do what I do, and you, brother and sister, do what you have to. I think As long as we are kind to each other, that seems to work for me..But then again I thought smoking crack was a good idea!!....hey mike, how'd that turn out?..lol  ...
     This early in the morning, not too many people are in Subway's so I have the lobby[the urn], all to myself....YES!!....The girl who works there is really nice.  She gave Marathon man and myself a free sandwich and a coffee one time. One of the many "convenient store angels." Yes there are angels. And if you pay attention and remember your day, when you post up for the night.  You can look back at the day and remember the nice gestures that some have shown you.    Spend some time out here and you will cross paths with some.  Every story is riddled with them.  How some one at one time or another was handed or given a gesture of compassion..  It's powerful when this happens.  It can mean the difference between a good or bad day, just being in another's thoughts is a wonderful feeling...I guess they call that love, or some part of it.
     Oh yeah, this subway, it has it's own little soap opera going on,  Every time I have come here, when I use the bathroom to do a quick "bathroom B.wash", I find blunt wraps in the toilet, and the cigar tobacco in the toilet.  Got me to thinking, hmm, some one here I believe likes to get a ;little 'fucked-up!"....It's a good thing when a "sandwich technician" is a little stoned  when making that monstrous breakfast sandwich, they tend to be a little more "groovy" to the idea of extra cheese and whatever I ask...plus it's 05:15 in the Morning, and I have been the first customer in a least 3 hours.  I'm in heaven..."Morning Mr coffee urn, I'll be right with ya!." ....Check his eyes, yup, he is stoned out of his head.  Jackpot!  Second one this morning.  The manger comes out of the back room, she is a nice pretty little lady.  Very Polite, and also stoned!!!....
     Man, I have to see if the delivery driver is also smoking..lol...She starts doing something on the nights register, and seems to be having a little trouble with the mechanics of how it works, could be all those numbers and the pretty colors....wow.....lol...no no , she is cool..The "Sandwich technician" is a young black man and he asks me a question, and I answered 'white", ..I'm looking at him as I say this and his face just stopped all muscle movement...I thought, that's odd...And he asked me again.."WHAT'S, your favorite baseball team????" ...I thought he asked "what type of bread do you want?!"..."oh shit". ...He was pointing at my hat, it was a NEW YORK METS cap, and he obviously wanted to talk baseball, but I kind of threw it off track for a second, kind of funny when I think about it...Well, he asked again, "what kind of bread?"{smiling}...So, I had to answer, "METS"....We laughed, A happy, stoned,laughing, sandwich Tech., Triple jackpot!!!
     The breakfast sandwich he made was so big I ate some of it later that afternoon, and then the rest for my Pre-evening Vienna sausage fest!...mmmmmm.....VIENNA sausage, now that is a blog all it's own....Sitting in my favorite booth, I dive into the sandwich and come up for air about 2 minutes later...Damn, that is one good sandwich.  I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure that the Maker of this sandwich is also the maker of the blunt that I find laying around in the bathroom.  Not criticizing, just trying to figure out the actors in the Subway Soap...To them, I am just the Homeless guy who comes in every morning, and drinks coffee.  So I have my role down pretty good.  I know not to engage them in conversation or anything.  Just come in[enter stage,right] order, and then sit[exit stage]....
     Now I enjoy that first cup and begin to write....This is how I Begin most of my days..I have to look at all around me and try and put it into some kind of meaning.  If I don't, then what am I doing here?..You do not have to be homeless to have these types of perspectives. You shouldn't.  Everyday is a way for all of us to make a effort to belong. Or at least help another to have the good feeling of belonging....It is a fine place to be....in the arms of another persons thoughts......And right now, that "breakfast snadwich', has found it's purpose of belonging....in my stomach!!!......so ends Subway Soap Opera....