i have many stories about winco. they are all stupid. this is today's stupid story.
the elderly always seem to be rattled when trying to make small change at the front of the line. they are always in no real hurry, yet aimlessly attempting to get those 3 extra nickels out on that purchase of bisquick they got in their paws. these are the types of things that keep me going in life.
then, there is my choices of food. doug and i decided salad sounded good. we get down there. every salad has meat. every. single. one. the last time i thought, "salad," did not necessarily ever imply the idea of meat in my mind. in fact, there was nothing without meat. i sadly grabbed the orange chicken with rice, deciding that i'd give up on my desire of salad, and just deal with something cheap and somewhat edible.
i excitedly get a text message from buttars, making my day at least 10 times better. it wasn't like my day wasn't good before, but it wasn't really great either. it just was. now it just was bad. now it just is going to be done soon enough that i can go home, relax, and maybe write some more tunes.
the point of this rant: winco is possessed by c-span.
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