Monday, May 18, 2009

They Ran In While You Ran Out

I awoke to the familiar sounds of the Sears Carpet and Upholstery van hard at work next door.  My middle school bus stop was in front of El Cholo's Mexican restaurant in Johnson City, NY - the same El Cholo's Mexican restaurant in Johnson City, NY that featured all-you-can-drink Margaritas every Wednesday evening.  Coincidentally, the car carpet cleaners were already cleaning the vomit stains when we arrived at the bus stop on Thursdays.

I can only hope that these brave Sears Carpet and Upholstery cleaners are successful in their intrepid mission to clean up the goat blood from Calamity Jane's ritual sacrifice to the god Ba'al.  Please Lord, keep their blue tubes of suction safe in times of peril and deliver our brave Sears Carpet and Upholstery cleaners from every harm and wile of Satan.  

These cleaners are the Real Heroes; not local law enforcement, one-legged Sudanese basketball players or volunteer firefighters.  Real heroes who put their well-being on the line every day of every year while protecting the carpets of the world from the insurgence of coffee stains.  

Never forget.
Posted By josho! @ 5/18/2009 09:33:00 AM
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7 comments:

  1. AnonymousMay 18, 2009 at 11:02 AM

    it's not called el cholo anymore.

    they changed the name to DelGado's a while ago.

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  2. josho!May 18, 2009 at 1:12 PM

    Thanks for the clarification. I've actually dined there since the legally-enforced name change, though I wish they would have left some remnants from the old days.

    El Cholo's "decorated" their front window with all sorts of borderline-racist stereotypical bric-a-brac, including a full-sized statue of a donkey, complete with a large set of testiculos de burro in plain view of pedestrians.

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  3. Honey Glazed HammMay 18, 2009 at 6:10 PM

    It's no Bombers. Just ask Albany Hugh.

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  4. josho!May 19, 2009 at 10:15 AM

    Ask Logue as well, he can also attest to Bombers' greatness. He and I were the only souls present during the First and Last Annual Penta-Wing Celebration where we called different friends between each round of wings.

    The flavours (for posterity's sake): Tequila, Ranchero, Cajun Whiskey, Lemon Pepper Garlic and Honey Maple BBQ.

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  5. UnknownMay 21, 2009 at 4:00 PM

    holy shit you grew up in johnson city? I like this blog even more now. :D

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  6. josho!May 22, 2009 at 10:56 AM

    One of the writers of this here blog did indeed grow up in the bustling metropolis that is Johnson City, NY. (Hint: it wasn't Wolfgang.)

    My ten years in Gloom County were a crash course in the highs and lows (mostly lows) of White Trash Couture. I witnessed plenty of Friday nights at Wal-Mart in Vestal to compose a Master's thesis on chubby thighs in stretch pants topped off by a crew neck sweatshirt with a picture of a wolf on it.

    Perhaps one fine day we'll get around to expounding on the metaphysical conundrum that Johnson City is neither a johnson nor a city.

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  7. AnonymousMay 22, 2009 at 6:31 PM

    I thought they named it after Dave Reeve?

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