Control Your Destiny

So, driving to Las Olas (where Jorges office is) is always interesting. There are new and exciting things to see every day. At least once a week a bike or a person darts out in front of my car, causing me to swerve violently and curse under my breath. Do people not realize that sidewalks and four-way intersections exist? Is this some sort of game that I’m missing out on? It seems like a lot of people are in on the secret, so if anyone does know… please let me in on the fun.

Anyway.

No one darted out in front of me today (horray!), but I did see a bum that caught my eye. She wasn’t a “selling the Sun-Sentinel on a Sunday” bum or a “Homeless Voice” bum. Those guys at least do something semi-productive when they need money for beer and ciggies. This lady was a straight up, crazy pants, yelling-at-pigeons-and-anyone-else-around-that-will-listen bum. Now anyone who lives around the Ft. Lauderdale area knows that there are tons of these kinds of bums just hanging out on the street corner at any given time of the day. So why pay attention to this bum in particular? Well, you see, she was wearing a t-shirt that said “Control Your Destiny”.

Woah.

The questions started floating around in my head at once. Are some people just destined to be bums? Is that a real path in life? Do you think that this woman is really taking control of her destiny? If so, I hope that she believes in reincarnation because this lifetime has gotta suck. If not, do you think that she is aware of the ironic implications of wearing that shirt? Or do you think that she just thought it was a pretty color (it was, at one point before she rolled around in the dirt and slept in it a couple of times, a rad teal color….)? Or maybe, just maybe, some silly person with a sense of humor like mine gave it to her as a joke.

Whatever the path of the bum and the t-shirt came to be, I think it was all purely destiny. It definitely made my day a little brighter. The shirt, I have to say, has a lot of truth to it. I kind of want one. Maybe I’ll stop and ask her where she got it if she’s hanging out on the same street corner again. That is, if she isn’t busy yelling at pigeons and such.

Oh and, just as a side note. I walked by the train tracks today on my way to Brew to grab a coffee to go (I needed a little pick me up after my destiny-questioning ride to the office). Out of the corner of my eye I spotted none other than a huge ugly, skin-tone colored bra placed across the rails of the tracks. How exactly does one lose their bra, on the train tracks, in the middle of downtown Las Olas? Maybe I don’t want to know. I do have a suggestion, though. Ladies, if you are, indeed going to take off your bra in the middle of a public place, at least make sure it’s a pretty one. No one wants to see your granny underwear that you use to paint the house in.

Thanks… that’s all I have for today.