Yesterday, about 3/4 of the way through my bike ride to the studio, I reached out and high-fived a man dressed as a subway sandwich. Now, I don’t normally go out of my way to make physical contact with strangers dressed as giant sandwiches, but I though, that man is no doubt crying inside of that suit as he dances holding a sign for 5 dollar (definitely more than his hourly wage) sandwiches, and the high five being the new, well, high five, he could use a dose of ride by hand smacking. He looked a little something like this, except he was dancing on the curb along busy El Cajon blvd.
I hope that I could have brightened his day just a bit, although I fear that only hard hard drugs could brighten a day that has been spent in such a way. That’s all I’ve got for today. stay tuned for my next post when I reveal the secrets of the hypnotizing sandwich dance.