tizzy at the Soviet Safeway on 17th

The time was 8:15pm on a Friday evening. I had gone to get my fly 'do done beforehand, followed by a workout, so I was pretty hungry. I made the mistake of deciding on the Safeway deli over Whole Foods. I approached the deli counter and most of the food was covered. Two employees were busy cleaning up and mopping, and I noticed that each had done at least one 360-turn each, so I couldn't have been missed even peripherally as I tried to peer through the opaque coverings over the food selection, clearly looking for some indication of what was underneath. A sign on the counter said it was open until 10pm, but no one bothered to say "Can I help you?" or even a courteous "I'll be with you in a minute..." But minutes passed as I cocked my head questioningly or squinted my eyes trying to figure out what there was to eat. Finally I said loudly: "Is the deli open?"

"Yeah, we're open, you don't have to shout."
I kept my voice loud and replied, "Well, you don't seem to see me, so I'm assuming you're blind as well as deaf."
"I see you, what do you want?"
"I'm looking for chicken, but everything is covered."
"What kinda chicken do you want?"
"I don't know, cuz I can't see what's underneath!"

I turned and left the deli counter, made an attempt at finding a manager, told her what the problem was, and went home for a TV dinner. I put up with a lot of contempt for customers and service in this city, but I have my limits.

Anyhow, apparently Karl Rove's rap routine this week was so pathetic that one could actually feel embarrassment for a despicable creature such as him. I don't even want to look at his routine, and I'm not going to. If hip-hop is on the decline as recent articles suggest, Rove apparently delivered an unmerciful coup-de-grace.