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Bulletproof Temp is growing on me.

Last week, he came by to pick up a package from JC Penney's for one of the women in the back and said, very drily, "Oh good! My new blouse is here."

"I'm sure it'll look ravishing on you," I answered, and let him get on with his day.

Then of course there was the SHOOTING INCIDENT where he showed up on Monday for work after being shot in the leg on Friday. He's getting around pretty well, now; it was just a graze, but still.

Today he came to pick up another package for someone else, about the size of a shoebox, and I said, "Are those your strappy sandals?"

"No," he replied, "stillettos. Do you think mauve is my colour?"

Also I have good reason to call him Bulletproof Temp; we were shooting the shit a little later in the afternoon and he told me he's been studying martial arts for about fifteen years and teaches at one of the rec centers down south.

Seriously. Hardcore temp is hardcore. I'm a little afraid of him now. I'm pretty sure he could kill me with a Cuban heel.

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It's storming out, a really proper thunderstorm, and the neighbours had a barbecue party. I hung out on the back porch and talked grills for a while, because I'm not entirely ignorant on the subject and we both watch Barbecue U on PBS, which is at once the most informative and unintentionally hilarious cooking show on television.

Beer was consumed. Ribs were marinated in pineapple juice and then consumed. Many, many bratwurst were distributed. I provided portobello mushrooms and a large bag of chips. I have now met a lot of people who do things with racecars (one of my neighbours does promotional events for NASCAR). More beer was consumed. At one point a brief contest was held for most ingenious way to open a beer bottle, which turned out to be using the loop end of a cooking spatula. And then, of course, beer was consumed.

My god those were good ribs. And I don't normally even like ribs.

Also, I know fuck-all about cars. But now I officially know fuck-all about really fast cars.