It is about to start. I am not looking forward to it. The day, thus far, has been filled with pleasant banter and playing catch-up. Such is the nature of a Monday when a man is a flaneur in New Orleans. I tell time by the rhythm of a day.
I am mulling my professional situation at the moment. Can I maintain my layabout lifestyle on a cotton candy maker’s salary? I would be continuing a New Orleans tradition. Someone gave me a cotton candy idea that might be a winner. I think I have to experiment. Potential investors, please contact me. I do not want to make the idea public yet but I will discuss it confidentially with interested parties who want to get rich.
I have been doing market research in my own way, which means that I have been hanging out asking people how they feel about cotton candy. The thought of cotton candy makes people smile. When I tell them what I have in mind, they get excited.
I stay calm. I am never in a rush. I move in New Orleans time. I feel what time it is by the rhythm of the day. The lunch run is about to start. It is noon.
I know it is noon because, every day, I think to myself, “What possible time could it finally be?” knowing full well what time it probably is since I do this every day. I check my watch. It is noon. I know because my King-sense starts getting twitipated. I will hear the first lunch rush behind my back as soon as it begins starts.
Right now, there is only the faintest a hum in the air. People are headed this way. I can feel the rumble through my chair’ legs. You know where I feel it. I feel it like a pain in the ass. Happiness loves company.
It has started. The lunch rush has begun. I should go get my tarot cards read. I was supposed to be there at 11:00AM but I understand there is some wiggle room.
In New Orleans, everybody wastes time but nobody wastes energy waiting for someone to show up, instead, they enjoy the one they are with. Your scheduled customer, like the the one you love that you can’t have, may take time to show up. In New Orleans, we are surrounded by friends that we are ready to meet when the time is ripe.
Something more is in the air than any impending lunch rush. I know what it is but I cannot tell you, yet.
1:00PM is the new noon. 1:00 is the standard AirBnB checkout time in Mid-City. It should not be much of a new noon rush today. It is Monday. Most of the Guy Fieri crowd should be out of town by now.
Fasten your seatbelts. Today after I left the pleasant company of Python Lady, she called me back for more. I will tell you about it after the paywall…