Being deeply depressed due to my swimming pool being closed on a day so warm I've got my windows open and the ceiling fan spinning, I went to Zorro's Buffet, again, for lunch.
Friday is Seafood Day at Zorro's. I've decided Seafood Day is my favorite Zorro's day. I didn't care for Thanksgiving at Zorro's. Mexican Day is okay. But Seafood Day is more than okay, as in I liked it as much as my first visit to Zorro's, which was also on Seafood Day.
One thing about Zorro's, that I like, is there are always new things. Today I had a really good spring greens salad that had apples and walnuts mixed in with bleu cheese. There was a couscous type salad. You don't see couscous in many mainstream buffets. The grilled shrimp were prawn-sized, tasted like they'd been grilled in butter with garlic. Speaking of butter. Despite being told twice by commenters that the yeast rolls were excellent, I'd not had one til today. They are homemade, like mom's, well, actually better than mom's. And mom's are darn good. The Zorro's yeast rolls are very light and very buttery.
Anyway, good pigout at Zorro's today.
I like to take the backroads back here from Zorro's. It's like a drive through a 3rd World Country. I take visitors from up north on these type tours and jaws always drop. You just can't see this type scenery anywhere that I know of in the Pacific Northwest.
On the way back from Zorro's, last week, I came upon a long abandoned gas station which still had its gas prices on display. Gas prices which, ironically, match about what we are paying now. So, I wanted to take a picture of this to show you. And so I did.
I snapped several pictures, not realizing that there were 2 Fort Worth cop cars parked under the dead gas station's awning.
After taking the pictures I went down a side street, for a bit, due to seeing an odd scene of a kid on a horse in a fenced yard. These were little houses and little yards. The horse and rider looked way out of place.
I'd made it about a block when I saw a cop car behind me, lights flashing with one toot of the siren. I pulled over.
The cop got out, walked up, asked to see my license. I showed him. "What did I do wrong, officer?" I politely asked.
"Why were you taking pictures of us?" the cop asked.
"Huh? You mean just now?" I asked.
"I didn't see you. I was taking a picture of the gas price sign."
"Why would you take a picture of that sign? They don't sell gas anymore.
"It's for my blog," I said.
"Why would you put that on your blog?"
"Because I think it's ironic and sort of funny."
"I don't see anything funny about it," the cop said, starting to sound cranky.
"Well, you probably don't wanna be reading my blog then."
"Okay, I'm gonna let you go. Watch what you're taking pictures of next time."
"Thank you, officer, I will be more careful in the future."
So, that's been my day. First Fort Worth robs me of my pool. And now the Fort Worth police are harassing me for taking pictures. What's next I tremble to wonder?