On the drive home today, bleary eyed, I spied:
- A girl with one arm in a lime green tank top hollering at and running after a man with cut off sleeves on a red and black bike with a brown dachshund tied to a white rope at his side
- A man in a faded black t-shirt with an equally faded black backwards baseball cap screaming and punching the back passenger side window of a green Corolla-ish car with rust on its bumper in the parking lot of a Circle K
Follow up questions:
- How can I ever expect to own a "dachshund," if I can't even/ever spell it?
- There must be significant statistical evidence to support the fact that Circle K's are more prone to criminal activity than any other gas station/convenient store franchise, right?