It’s been a weird week.
Yesterday my brain was all over the place with reading to many things in the news. Then having my car in the shop to find out why the engine light was on. I had a rental car I couldn’t start because I couldn’t figure out how to use the new-fangled keyless start button, thus being trapped in the Target parking lot until I read the manual. That’s just sad.
This morning I picked up my car, which I love. She’s a great car. The dealership was having a crawfish boil. That’s not weird. I called the service guy JT, his name is TJ. I did not have crawfish.
I left the dealership to head to Bed Bath and Beyond. I saw this sign:
I don’t know what that means.
A woman in the Bed Bath and Beyond parking lot tried to run over me. She stopped before the crosswalk, waited until I was one foot from her car, gave me an annoyed look, then sped through the crosswalk. I felt wind. The store now has a huge decor section and an odd personal care section with every Essie nail color and more. I left without buying anything because I wasn’t paying a ton of money for a short curtain rod.
At Office Depot, the cashier tried to tell me which iced tea is better when he rang up my Gold Peak tea. That’s not weird.
The ATM at my bank’s new screen once your transaction is completed reads “thanks for stopping by. Hope to see you again soon.” We are not friends. You are a machine. I’m only here because you are where my money lives.
I went through Jack in the Box to get a shake. I saw this sign:
The sandwich has been discontinued.
What do you mean it will be back soon? It can’t be both.
I’ve been so confused for two days.
Now I’m watching a documentary on a cult I’ve never heard of, so all is right with the world.
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