Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Monday, June 8
Busy when I first reported for duty at the hotel tonight…There was an arrival immediately followed by a walk-in…I didn’t really like the walk-ins, a younger couple that seemed sort of fishy…Or perhaps incongruous is a better word…A Hispanic guy and a white chick and he was drunk or stoned or something and she stood three feet away from him whereas couples generally stand close together even if they’re not up for the Couple of Year nomination…And my professional opinion – honed after many years in the hotel racket – was that she was not working…Then the first debit card he offered was declined and the girl muttered something about someone not transferring the money like they were supposed to…The second one went thru, tho, and I ended up having to give them a room.
Then he really annoyed me by not ringing the bell…He had come back to get some sundry stand stuff, one of the reusable shopping bags we sell because they don’t give them away at the stores here anymore (he thought it was a mask), plus an energy drink, a soda and some candy bars…$13.50 worth of stuff…Instead of ringing the bell he grunted “hey” or something equally primal and I wanted to charge him extra for some things but I’m not one to do that.
Leon, the original scammer, emailed me at the Veterans Service Office (VSO) today, too, having the gall to ask when I was coming to Austria to finalize the details of Edward Sparrow’s inheritance…His email made it plain it was important I come forthwith because “time was running out”…I wrote back asking if someone from the bank could meet me at the airport and a bit later I wrote and asked why he has a gmail address and not a bank email…He answered in short order saying of course, bank personnel would be on hand to greet my arrival at the Vienna airport and that yes, of course, he had a bank email account but he had security concerns with it and was, in fact, in contact right now with gmail to ensure all encryption and safety protocols were being met.
I have yet to decide whether to contact the Feds about this…Of course, I’m too smart to be out any money on this but there are others who won’t be, who would actually believe the gmail story, and it might be fun to be part of a sting operation.
Initial indications are the cat really likes the new chair…She’s in it regularly and it appears to like it so much she can’t be bothered to meet me at the door when I get home anymore…I came in the front door after getting home from the VSO today and usually she is already at the door when I’m opening it and usually she’s meowing, too, imploring me for her canned yummy ration but today, nothing…I open the door to see her yawning and just starting to rise, as if it just hit her to go see daddy.
I am not pleased at all with that beard wash I’m using to get rid of my gray beard hair…I’m almost thru two tubes and it’s as if the product is called Add Gray because I am seeing no change…On the other hand – and I am not making this up – my chest hair is all dark now!!!…I guess enuff of the stuff has dripped down from my beard while I let it sit after applying it…I don’t think it went from white back to dark on its own.
And I made hotel reservations from my trip tomorrow…Recall I’m heading to the big city to meet with some fellow small party members prior to the June 30 primary…It’s in the SE part of town so I found a hotel nearby and I called them and while they couldn’t guarantee anything, they said there was a decent chance I could scam an early check-in because I’ll be there around 1200 or so and, of course, I’ll be refreshed after working graveyard and I hope to get a nap in.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1430 Monday until 2130 Monday, 7.0 hours for the day and 16.0 hours for the week…A great rest today, so good in fact I may not need to get a nap in before my Sparrow For US Senate appearance in the big city Tuesday night…If I don’t that would give me 26 or so straight hours up which regular readers of the crap know ol’ Sparrow can do standing on his head so we’ll see.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.
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