Janel and "the girls" left for SJC this morning. It feels like they've been gone for a long time. After I got back from the airport I ate some pizza, fixed the tail light in the van that had been out for about 3 weeks, visited the school to get my new texts, took a nap, ate some leftover lasagna, and watched college football all afternoon. It was a good lazy-Saturday-after-finals overall, but kind of lonely. One of my texts for Administration of Estates costs $91.25 at the campus book store. I know that I'm going to be able to get it online for half that price.
WARNING: The serious portion of today's blog has ended. The author of this blog goes BANANAS in the paragraphs that follow.
Speaking of stores . . . I hate auto parts stores. Do their human resources departments recruit from juvenile detention centers as an industry practice? Do out of work carnies go to the auto parts stores for work as a last resort? Auto Zone didn't have one of the lamps that I was looking for so I waited in line and asked the clerk (Jeremy) at the checkout counter if there were any in back. He said no, and that there had to be some on the shelf. I told him that I had already looked, that I could read and that there weren't any out there. After Jeremy couldn't find the bulb on the shelf either, I followed him back to the counter to pay for my other purchases. He pointed to another guy and told me that so-and-so would help me. I waited in line again. Jeremy emerged 30 seconds after he couldn't find anything to do in the back and helped another person who was behind me in line. I wanted to punch Jeremy in the throat and then clean his dirty little hands with orange/pumice hand cleaner and make him eat the filthy rag. Instead I went down the street to another auto parts store and had a similar experience. To top it off, when I got out of my truck, I dropped one of the packages and shattered a bulb. Good thing Jeremy wasn't there. I wouldn't rant and rave about this if it didn't happen every single time I go to an auto parts store.
When I'm a rich lawyer I'm going to move somewhere where I don't need a car. Our family will ride our bikes everywhere. No more auto-mechanics! No more Auto Zone morons! No more car salesmen! No more DMV lines! No more stinky tire shops! No more waiting in the Jiffy Lube waiting room! No more car washes! No more gas stations! NO MORE GAS PRICES! No more lining the pockets of the Middle East oil barons or the fat cats in Detroit! No more auto insurance! No more traffic cops and their speed traps! No more parking tickets! No more rush hour traffic! No more looking for parking spaces at the mall! No more frivolous law suits from the victims of my reckless driving! No more car based taxes, registration fees, etc., etc., etc.!
I know people will look at me funny. I know they'll think that I'm some sort of revolutionary. But that's okay. I'll be like Mom and Dad and no TV. Who's more peculiar? The guy with no car or the guy with no TV? At least the guy with no car saves money. TV is still free if you already own the set. That reminds me, why do we have to pay for TV sets? Shouldn't network sponsors be paying us to keep advertising machines in our homes? They should pay an hourly rate for the space it takes up in my house and another hourly rate for every hour I subject myself to their advertising and indoctrination. I saw a show today where the police characters in a crime drama mocked a fictional group that opposes media violence, etc. "We just want to show reality" the networks say. Well show me a cop in reality that doesn't think that media violence is hurting kids. Give me a break, John Stossel!
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