I got a new picture for my driver’s license. It looks a *million* times better. Note: it took me 3 minutes to do my stuff in there, including getting my picture taken and having the eye exam. Everyone else seemed to have gigantic, time-wasting issues: “Yes, I’m an illegal immigrant who barely speaks English and I have this stolen vehicle without plates on it, and I have no money and I had my dog drive me over here because I don’t have this license thing the cops keep referring to…and also, I’m BLIND.”
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I feel so much better, now that the sun is burning off the *danger! danger! do not breathe this air-smog!* and is shining so nice and pretty. And also because it is melting away the Drifts of Melancholy (aka “snow”) at a fast and furious rate.
I went to Wendy’s for some chili and then parked in the back lot of Target. It was so warm out I had to roll down my windows and try to jimmyrig a better sun visor, because mine wasn’t long enough to block the sun from burning a hole directly through my ear being hot. Anyway, I ate and knitted and tried to figure out how long the new store across the street would last. It’s in a cluster of businesses that have names like this: Strong Force, Mid-America Steel, Ironworks, and United Force. The name of this new store? PIANOS.
That’s it. PIANOS, in big block letters. I can’t imagine this store doing enough business to survive. And it looked like it literally sold just pianos. Maybe by having the name in all caps, the management thinks all the big, burly Strong Force guys will want to wander over on their lunch hour and tickle the ivories or something.
Anyway, I give it 6 months.
Also, there was a guy in a blue Taurus who parked right behind me at lunch who was pretending to eat, but in actuality, was on a stakeout. Because he looked just like Dennis Franz. Luckily for me, he fell asleep after 20 minutes and I was able to escape undetected.
I’m stealthy like that.
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