1) I'm tired of seeing headlining articles about the proposterous hats that Europeans are concocting for special events.
2) I'm so over the irony in Rep. Weiner's wiener pictures.
Earlier tonight I finally treated myself to the ice cream that I had been using to reinforce my studying. It didn't taste as great as I had been working myself up for.
While I was in line I considered quitting drinking alcohol. Three customers ahead of me all consisted of alcohol. The first customer had Jack Daniels and some other fruity mixture, the second had Jack Daniels and cabbage (wtf, right?), and the third was this guy that paid in pennies and dimes for a Miller Lite. I looked at my collection of groceries: 1 french baguette, bacon, an avocado, a tub of mint chip ice cream, and cake cones. And for what it's worth, water.
Prior to recounting my items I thought of ditching alcohol, then I looked at my stuff and thought "really, is this any better?"
Track back even earlier into my day. During lunch time we had a birthday for one of the clients, I asked one of the accountants to spare some cash for some drinks. She said "Oh, I've already put sodas in the fridge!" I opened up the frige: 1 DIET Coke, 1 DIET Pepsi. I returned and said, "oh no no no, I'll fork for some real soda. "
I drove down the street to CVS Pharmacy and walked in to find only an empty shelf which was supposed to hold 79 cent Coca-cola. I started walking up and down the aisle, hoping that some restock boxes were laid out. Instead I turned the corner and found one of those fancy product placement towers that show off sale items. I snagged 2 liters and waited in line.
The woman in front of me said loudly, "What? What's this one dollar thing. I don't want donate a dollar, I don't even know what it's for?" - "It's for cancer."
Holding my 2 liters, whistling and gazing around the store, "It's for cancer," the words pierced my zoning out. At that moment I zoomed onto the wall behind the cashier which contained massive assortments of cigarettes, tobacco and those large cartons of cigarettes. I remember, I had a friend that could go through one in a week at the age of 18. Below the cigarettes were shelves and shelves of so many candies there had to be hundreds. You ever take the time to count how much fucking candy we have?
I don't know what brought these things to my attention more so than before and in this manner. I guess it was the word cancer. I thought, this is pretty depressing, a store with a pharmacy for the betterment of human health, and on opposing walls they serve entirely different purposes all which cater to the same person.
Huh?
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