AUTOMOTIVE OIL PUMPS

Hey y'all. There was nothing good on TV upstairs in the hotel room, I
didn't feel like reading, and I'm not ready for bed, so here I am at a
bar called Chaddick's in the Plano, Texas Marriott. The place kind of
reminds me of the hotel bar in "Lost in Translation". I feel like Bill
Murray in that I'm sitting here lonely watching all these other groups
of people socializing. (There is even a bit of the language barrier
thing. The Guatemalan bartender is talking to the lady a few stools down
in Spanish telling her how to get to a bar in Dallas. The bars in Plano
close at midnight, but Dallas bars close at 2:00.)

The television is playing Best Damn Sports Show Period on Fox Sports but
the sound is turned off so its just a bunch of talking heads making
funny faces. I wish that they had Comedy Central on the TV in the room,
but they only have about 25 channels from the satellite.

I would go swimming but the pool closed at 11:00. It's a nice pool up on
the roof, with a whirlpool too.

I guess I'll just finish my beer and go back upstairs and read some more
of "Altered Carbon", a science fiction book that Amazon.com recommended
for people who like Neal Stephenson. I've read all the books that Neal
Stephenson has written so far, so I figured I would try something
similar to his stuff.

There is apparently some sort of big soccer tournament in town. There
are about a half dozen women soccer players sitting next to me trying to
figure out where to party tonight. I feel bad about stereotyping but
about half of them look like lesbians to me.

There is an old guy (60?) next to me drinking a Dewars and water. Yuck.
Give it to me straight up or don't bother.

A British guy is getting loaded with some friends over at a table. He
has on a Homer Simpson t-shirt that extols the virtues of alcohol.

There are an oddly large number of foreigners in this city. I'm guessing
that it is related to the large number of corporate headquarters and
technology companies in Plano.

Too much information... One of the soccer chicks is talking about the
slurping sound that a breast pump makes.

Time to pay and go.

Besides smokin' skulls and skeletons (see photos before and after this one) this store had three or four signs for breast pumps in its window...