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I've got more then a few things to say. I'm not sure where to start. That's the beauty of modern writing though. Nothing you "type" is set in stone. There is no permanence anymore. There is truly little left in these modern times that is constant and unchanging. Some might see this as a reason to give into one of the many religious outlets that exist. I do not fall into this group.
I purposely got lost in a more then a few suburbs of Chicago today. I had some extra time and a borrowed car. I drove down windy streets with neat lawns and perfectly paved streets. It made me uncomfortable. Maybe it was the consistency, the lack of originality or just all the McCain/Palin signs I saw. But I wanted out and to never return.
I am rambling.
For the last month I have been playing Tetris with groceries at Costco Wholesale. I'm the guy with the name tag and the friendly smile asking if you would like a box. Have you ever been asked if you wanted paper or plastic while checking out of a grocery store? It's a simple question that you usually already have an answer to. For whatever reason, when I ask someone if they would like a box, they freeze. It's like I've asked them if they want accept christ into the hearts. They stare at me. Look at the box. Look back at me. I swear it takes some people 30 seconds to answer this simple question. Then they might change there mind midstream. It is absurd.
The dryer is buzzing. Time to fold clothes and hit the road.
