The Great Florida Trip of 2012- Tag Acht
Surprisingly there were no screaming women, no altercations, no idling cars outside my door, nothing. It is truly paradise here at the Suburban Suites Extended Stay/Low income housing projects. I slept right through to 11am. Nice, huh? Maybe I'm becoming one of "them", I hear the faint whispers, "One of us" trail off around me. No, it can't be. I'm just down here to do some comedy shows, make some connections that sort of thing and work my tennis game. Next week I go and stay with my sister, I'm not becoming one of "them" "One of us." Shut up! "Welcome to the Hotel Suburban Suites Extended Stay, what a lovely place, what a lovely place. You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave!"
What?! NO!!
At least there's a Souplantation/Sweet Tomatoes restaurant close by. At least I got that going for me. If I take part in a short phone survey I get 15% off my next visit, which will be tonight. That means a better tip for the woman that cleans my dirty plates off the table. They're so pleasant there, I'm not being sarcastic either, they really are all pleasant and nice. I've never encountered a surly member of The Souplantation/Sweet Tomatoes family. I bet they feel like they're a family. That's how they're trained, one big happy family up in there. Be nice is their motto. It probably says that right on the cover of the employee handbook. In fact, I'm thinking this, I should go down there today and fill out a job application. I'd get hired of course, then I could find out if my theories were right. It would be cool, it's not like I don't have a place to live or anything. "One of us." Wait!
Wow, I'm just a sucker. How susceptible am I to joining a cult? I'll just eat at the SoPlaSweeTo, not join it. I did join their Club Veg though, where I'll get coupons and the best offers straight to my inbox. Sweet!
Oh, and if you want to know what I did on day eight. Got up, went to Einstein Bros Bagels, did some writing and played tennis. Then ended the day at the Soup.
Now, it's off to the welfare office. WHAT!?
At least there's a Souplantation/Sweet Tomatoes restaurant close by. At least I got that going for me. If I take part in a short phone survey I get 15% off my next visit, which will be tonight. That means a better tip for the woman that cleans my dirty plates off the table. They're so pleasant there, I'm not being sarcastic either, they really are all pleasant and nice. I've never encountered a surly member of The Souplantation/Sweet Tomatoes family. I bet they feel like they're a family. That's how they're trained, one big happy family up in there. Be nice is their motto. It probably says that right on the cover of the employee handbook. In fact, I'm thinking this, I should go down there today and fill out a job application. I'd get hired of course, then I could find out if my theories were right. It would be cool, it's not like I don't have a place to live or anything. "One of us." Wait!
Wow, I'm just a sucker. How susceptible am I to joining a cult? I'll just eat at the SoPlaSweeTo, not join it. I did join their Club Veg though, where I'll get coupons and the best offers straight to my inbox. Sweet!
Oh, and if you want to know what I did on day eight. Got up, went to Einstein Bros Bagels, did some writing and played tennis. Then ended the day at the Soup.
Now, it's off to the welfare office. WHAT!?
Posted by Tony Moschetto at 1/18/2012 8:53 AM 
Categories: The Daily Paragraph, The Great Florida Trip of 2012
Categories: The Daily Paragraph, The Great Florida Trip of 2012
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