Another Monday…

Monday, I found out that the regional manager of Caribou has to pull my application from hyperspace. It makes little–no sense. It's all good though…

But I had a much more exciting adventure after my coffee/internet fix…

I got to take Joe's car eighty blocks north to get his oil changed! (I like to think I'm something of a personal assistant—in exchange for meals, booze and rent).

I roll in at 4:00pm. Oil change? What? Like twenty minutes? Sure.

Sweet! Vending machines! I get a Coke and some Gardettos to pass the time. I also get some sweet MSNBC action on the tv. Obama not a citizen? Roman Polanski arrested! Health care reform!

Forty-five minutes go by…

The news stories start to repeat…

Another forty-five minutes…

Okay, time for the big guns. I'm buying Skittles…

Another thirty minutes…

Six o'clock: Are you Joe?

Close enough! (With a mouthful of Skittles.)

And I'm on the road.