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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Errands

So, my new school schedule is kind of wonky. I end up having to be there at the crack of dawn, have class for an hour, then wait around for around six hours before my next class. Poor planning on my part, but in my defense me options were limited when I made my schedule at the end of last semester. Also, I was drunk.

We are talking Hasselhoff drunk here

Anyway, Monday I stroll out of my first class and think about all the time I had to kill and figure What the hell, I mine as well be productive with my time. I fished my to do list out of my pocket and gave it a once over.

1. Wake up
2. Eat a balanced breakfast (cold pizza and Irish coffee)
3. Attend lecture (Bio 103)
4. Remain conscious for lecture (Bio 103)
5. Cash in coins at coin star
6. Rotate tires
7. Dissect pig fetus (Bio 104)
8. Pick up ingredients for Atomic Cherries (for party Saturday)
9. Dissect pig fetus (Recreation)

What luck, there was grocery down the street with a liquor license and a coin star to boot! I could knock out 5 and 8 in one trip. I swung by my car and grabbed my change dish and headed down the street, whistling to myself as I went.

Looking as crazy as possible is pretty much the only way to 
travel in Flint without getting shot.
It was shaping up to be a pretty solid day, all things considered. Even with the surcharge, the coin star spit out a receipt for over 30 bucks, and the store carried both cherries and black cherry vodka (I find it works better then everclear). I stood in line and waited, a small smile on my face. Things were going great.

I made it to the front of the line and the cashier, a little old lady, looked down at my items.
"Um, will that be all?" she asked, hesitation in her voice.

"Yup," I said, smiling and producing the coin star receipt.
"And you will be paying with...cashed in change?"

"Indeed I will." I smiled again.
She paused, looked at the clock on the wall (it read 9:30am, on the dot), and then reached out an clasped my hand in hers. The look on her face was grave.

"Son, I don't know you, but you need Jesus"

2 comments:

  1. But it's true. He makes a mean cocktail.

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  2. :) I laughed loudly. In the chem department. While I was supposed to be finishing up a lab report.

    Also love your list of things to do.

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