On December 1st, 2010 I dropped off my laundry. After roughly 6 weeks of intermittent LG sightings, much less interaction, I learned from LL (Laundry Lady) that LG had moved back to his homeland of Caracas, Venezuela. I hadn’t pegged LG as Venezuelan. He looked and outbursted nothing like Carlos Zambrano, after all. Shows what I know of Venezuelans.
I also learned that his name was/is Paolito. Little Paulie. I kind of like that better than LG. But, it’s too late now.
Unless LL proves to be more than the pleasant, smiling, pudgily-agreeable woman that I have met on several occasions, this blog will cease to exist.
Me and LG reminded me of Tom Cruise and his paper guy in A Few Good Men, albeit in a much worse-natured kind of way. Sharing barbs, caring only enough to mildly aggravate each other and then turn our attentions elsewhere more important.
So long, Little Paulie. So long, LG.