Albertson's on a Friday night

Maybe it's the full moon, but I’m just antsy right now. It got so bad that I got in my car and went for a drive around Upland. Driving around has always lead to interesting thoughts, especially in my hometown. I drove past an El Pollo Loco and suddenly thought of a supervisor I used to have. He was the first and only boss who yelled at me. He wanted me to stay late, I protested and he slammed his hand on the counter and yelled, “You can just leave if you don’t like it!” I wanted to just walk out and I should’ve, but I didn’t want to let anyone down. I was eighteen and hadn’t ever stood up for myself.

Then I drove past a movie theater I used to frequent when going out with my then boyfriend, Craig. Once we went and all the movies we wanted to see were sold out; so we watched Nixon. If anyone knew Craig, you would know that Nixon wasn't the kind of movie he would pay to see in a theater. During the movie he kept trying to make-out, but I started to get into the movie. I kept telling him to watch the movie, but he kept trying anyway. If I had known that was the only chance I would get to make-out in a movie theater, I would’ve gone for it.

I went to a grocery store and went on a weird shopping spree. I bought four magazines (Glamour, Domino, Jane and People), a box of Milk Duds, vanilla and lavender scented laundry soap, a bottle of Mt. Dew, Coke Black and a curling iron. At the register the cutie bagboy looked at the People magazine and said, “Whoa, someone shot up Amish people?” When I got past the amazement and sorrow of ignorant youth, I was sad that I had to be witness to this young man’s world becoming a bit more real and darker. He was now aware that he lives in a world where a man will go shoot little Amish girls for no reason.

Right now I’m watching What’s Up, Doc? with Ryan O’Neal and Barbara Streisand and is the very definition of a screwball comedy. I’m not a big fan of Ms. Streisand but I just love her in this movie. One-liners aplenty:

Judy: I know I'm different, but from now on I'm going to try and be the same.
Howard: The same as what?
Judy: The same as people who aren't different.

The story of my life.