The Days and Nights of Robierto

Do you ever find yourself in a place, where normally it is not acceptable to be, but then you have a genuine reason to be in that place, but everything inside you says you shouldn't be in said place? Let me explain. So, I am in a play and have to wear make-up. And for the first time in my life I have had to go to a place that feels so foreign to me, The Make-up Aisle. I get so self conscious in the make-up aisle, as soon as another human comes walking down the aisle, I bolt like a startled deer. No joke, I have made three separate attempts to buy the required make up and have ended up running to my car in absolute panic, rocking and crying in the back seat. So yesterday, was the final day I could go to get my make-up before the our dress rehearsal. So I drove to the Walmart, took a deep breath and plunged into the make-up aisle. I was immediately overwhelmed with the the selections, colors, and different items of make-up for purchase. Wouldn't you know as soon I wal...

So the other day my coworker was trying to line me up on a blind date, as all good coworkers do. She gave me the typical run down about this girl she wanted to set me up with, how we had a lot in common, how tall she is, how she had like two masters degree and knits bandages for Syrian refugees, etc. And then she added this little caveat which seemed oddly out of place, " Oh, and she is really pretty, but my husband thinks she looks like a witch ."  " OK, Yep,...wait, what was that? " " Yeah, my husband thinks she looks like a witch . But you are going to love her. " So, I am not an expert on setting up people, but you might not want to lead off with the phrase, "I want to set you up with my friend who looks like a witch ." In fact, leave the similarities to her being " witch -like" out of the conversation all together. When you describe your friend as a witch , you are driving a nail into her "blind date" coffin, or...

Do you ever go to Wal-Mart and your entrance and exit strategy is correlated upon the location of the Salvation Army bell ringer? Now don’t get me wrong friends, I believe in the Salvation Army and all the good they do, but seriously who carries around cash any more to drop into the bucket? And let’s be honest, it does cause some unnecessary guilt when I don't donate, for which I do not need at this time in my life. So what do I do? Well like most Americans I simply avoid the cause of pain and discomfort by completing avoiding the Bell Ringer all together. So as I pulled into to the Wal-Mart I noticed the Bell Ringer was stationed at the east entrance, so naturally I walked the extra hundred yards to the west entrance. And I chuckled to myself, “ This is too easy, how cleaver I am?” After I finished my shopping I was heading for the west exit, when to my shock, guess who was stationed in front of my only escape from the Wal-Mart? Yes,OK, well yeah…obviously...