Yesterday I felt like doing Detroit stuff. I woke up early. A friend had to go to court. I tagged along. 36 District isn't a fun place. You wait in line to wait in line. There's a guy at the door when you first walk in. He's LOUD. He's tall. He's HUGE. It's his job to say "If you have a cell phone with a camera it's not allowed in, If you have a purse or briefcase make sure you get a sticker. Gentlemen please remove your belts. No lighters allowed in the building." He repeated it over and over again. He kept that line in line. You didn't want to mess with him. He looked really mean. Once you get in you have to wait again. You go to the courtroom and wait again. You wait and wait and wait. 3 hours later without the judge ever showing his face...we were done. Time to wait in another line to check out. So many people in that building-I couldn't believe it. We saw prostitutes (come on you know what they look like) We saw the homeless. What a place for people watching. It was fun.
After court my friend had to get back to work. I decided to say downtown and do some Detroit stuff. I had my fishing stuff in the trunk. I went fishing. Got bored. Went to Better Made Potato Chips on Gratiot. OH GOD does that place smell good! Not open on Mondays for customers. DAMN! Faygo was down the street so I stopped there. The public isn't allowed to shop there. The truck driver guy told me "every party store or grocery store in the area sells Faygo." How rude! I knew that already. I wanted to buy my Faygo from the source. I thought it might taste different. I'll never know.
I didn't know what else to do. The Eastern Market was close by but window shopping didn't sound like fun and my money was low. You just can't go to the Eastern Market and not spend at least $100.
I went home.
2 comments:
Too bad about the Faygo deal, on should I say no deal. They should do what Jack Daniels does in Lynchburg, TN. The county where they make that wonderful Tennessee sippin' whiskey is dry; you can't buy alcohol of any sort on any day. The ingenious folks at Jack Daniels get around this minor inconvenience by selling you a collector's bottle that happens to be filled with their delectable nectar. They charge you twice as much for the bottle as you'd pay for the whiskey in the next county over.
BETTER MADE POTATO CHIPS? The nectar (if they were made out of liquid) of the gods! Next time I come to town you must take me there!
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