When I Googled "sacrificial goat," this one made of what I discern to be Land-o-Lakes butter popped up. I love Google.
Apparently, I need a new moisturizer. Or to live in one of those anti-gravity rooms. They have those, don't they?
Whatever, I went to vote today -- go political me! Should've figured Karma would bite me back, though, for parking momentarily in a reserved parking spot for five minutes. So I walk in, and one of the nice ladies (accompanied by a kind gentleman) asked, "Last name?"
"Wright," I said.
She paused. "Are you that guy that writes for the paper?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said. Usually, I follow that with, "I'm afraid I am" -- no clue why. But I refrained this time for whatever reason.
"You look older than in the paper."
"Gee, thanks," I said, and did that fake laugh thing I do whenever I'm not in the mood to laugh. But I didn't throw my head back ala Pez dispenser, as I often do. That would've been too obviously over-compensatory.
But I thanked her for reading (I think, who knows really), joked about needing a new moisturizer (100 percent sure I did that), voted, wished everyone there a good day, slapped my sticker proudly on my coat's lapel, then retrieved my car from its unethical spot in -- ironically enough -- a church parking lot.
What's my point? Aside from being bitter, that is? Basically, don't park in someone else's spot because (1) you might get towed if you don't vote quickly enough or (2), worse yet, you'll be compared to a Druid. Seriously, I felt one hooded garment, sacrificial sheep and an ancient dance ritual move away from being at Stone Henge. But I'm also prone to melodrama, so whatev.
That's all I got today, kids. But hark! I have a really, REALLY cool event to tell you about tomorrow that would be a great karma buffer, so kinda check back on Hump Day. Plus, if any sales come up, I'll let ya know on here, too.
Peace, love and sacrificial goats ... XOXO
