TKC spent most of last night in my mom's basement, alone and dominating X-Box Live as usual.
However, I was all out of snack cakes and Cheetos and I needed some form of sustenance. A blogger cannot live on 64 ounce servings of Dr. Pepper from QT alone.
So I journeyed to The Plaza to pick up a salad from a restaurant before closing time. One of the finest things in life is to stroll into a place as the wait staff is cleaning up and monopolize the time of people simply wanting to go home. Actually, that's a bit further down the list of finer things. The BEST thing in life are to crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women.
But rudely taking advantage of Kansas City politeness comes pretty close.
Anyoo . . .
I made sure my salad order had no less than 8 customizations and I also scored free bread. Having made my server come close to the verge of tears I happily strolled into the night air without leaving a tip. I also insulted one of the busboys in Arabic, which was doubly funny because he was Chinese. In fact it was a triple insult score given that I learned the vulgar phrase in the comment section of another blog when Osama's cousin did some scantily clad magazine photos. But I digress . . .
Feeling my usual sense of smug self -satisfaction and making an old white woman clutch her purse as I walked by I was happy to catch a nipple slip from some drunk lady goofing off with her friends and taking a photo with the Ben Franklin statue as if she was the first person who ever thought of that lame image.
I looked up from a glace of the quickly sagging boob of a blonde lady doomed to middle-management for the rest of her career and noticed one of those taxpayer subsidized Trolleys coming my way. Not so surprisingly . . .
THE KANSAS CITY STRIP TROLLEY WAS COMPLETELY EMPTY ON THE PLAZA AT A LITTLE AFTER 9PM ON A FRIDAY NIGHT!!!
As if I didn't set the scene enough, let me remind you d-bags that the weather was PERFECT, the Plaza was packed with people and there were enough drunk chicks walking around to perform a comprehensive study on different strains of herpes in the metro area. A few more looks confirmed that ALMOST NOBODY WAS RIDING THE TROLLEY!!!
People were just straight up ignoring the failing bit of KC Club Life Mass Transit.
It's important to remember that this idea was overwhelmingly approved by The Mayor and City Council, it took a sweet $500k loan from Kansas City that will probably never be paid back when it all goes bust and the idea had the stamp of approval from just about EVERYONE involved in local development. The architects of this idea are not alone in this hot mess.
What I noticed last night was ONGOING KC Strip failure. The weather just doesn't get nicer than last night and that's why I made the rare journey outside my mother's basement. What I emerged to see is that the judgment of Kansas City politicos is still screwed up and will remain so for the foreseeable despite so many grand plans.