Anyway I pulled into a gas station and while pumping gas, some sleazeball came up and said, Can you help me out with a dollar for gas?" I just said, "No thank you". I'm always polite the first time, after that it's the evil eye, killer look, and "Get a job, Asshole!" As he went to hit up the next person, a young kid, maybe 10 started to ride away on a very ratty bicycle much to large for him. The sleazeball suddenly yelled, "Hey you, get off my bike" and went chasing the kid down the block! Some gas money!

Then I went into the store to buy a lottory ticket( I forgot to pick the right numbers last time), 375 million, in the bank. Well it would be, if I can ever get to the counter. In front of me some douchebag, obviously too flakey to get a bank account, was counting out money for money orders for all his bills, one at a time. Oh yeah, he seemed to have trouble counting past ten, because he kept starting over. You probably know how long it takes a highly motivated minimum wage clerk to fill out all the money order paperwork in triplicate for 10 money orders.

I could go on and on, but I'm home now and a high class Merlot is in the glass in front of me; or was, as I now hold it in my stomach. MMM, the scent of popcorn shrimp lingers in the air mingled with fresh french bread, spinich cheese and artichoke dip, and a fat vegetarian lasagna. I'm hungry now.

Curiouoso* thinks it's time to pour some more of that high class(?) 4 litre box of merlot in the glass! Corks are just tradition you know and don't fit in cardboard boxes good!