· Oct 13, 2019 at 3:47 pm
The scene is a department store in Naperville around 7pm last night. Sara is meandering around the aisles and only mildly interested in the store’s goods.
I hear over the store’s intercom, “Dave to the front, please. Dave to the front.” I start to head to the front even though I’m not Dave. I call out, “Dave to the front” as well.
The checkout aisle are only slightly busy but I’m interested in who Dave is and why he left Hawaiian Bob to man the registers all by himself.
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· Oct 8, 2019 at 7:55 am
Yesterday evening around dinner time in St. Charles a lady rode my bumper up 7th Ave and then east on 64 so close that my anxiety was three-fold.
And then on that final leg of our journey north on Dunham Road she whipped into the Taco Bell parking lot by the Chase bank.
I guess everybody truly is fighting their own battles. We never know.
As to what exactly her battle was I’m at a complete loss. Whatever they got in there must be good.
· May 7, 2019 at 3:11 pm
Random, context-less things stacked together. Words not mine.
Was your dad sad at least?
Does the average person even know Thanos exists?
Ideally, the events themselves will serve as abstractions.
I happen to have a PhD in physics.
· Apr 29, 2019 at 6:55 pm
Whenever I see a no trespassing sign in a regular residential neighborhood I always I think to myself, “do you get a lot of trespassers?”