I drove over to the bookstore to get an application for work this morning. The two scruffy looking college boys who I had to consult for said paperwork made me feel somewhat hopeful that I had a chance. At least I was dressed like an adult. I guess they don’t have much of a dress code there. I am not exactly a fashion plate myself, but these guys looked like they were dressed to go to the gym or something.
After I got the application, I browsed around in the music section and listened to a few things on the headphones. I heard some new age stuff that was incredibly boring, listened to “Fragile” by Sting and tried really hard to find a song on the new Celine Dion CD that I liked. But unfortunately, none of them were that inspiring. Maybe it was just my mood. Besides that, these people want from 16 to 19 dollars for a CD!
That’s A LOT of money!
I mosied over to the children’s department to see if they had a copy of “The Neverending Story” by Michael Ende, but no such luck. Then I looked over the young adult books. Boy there are some very interesting looking titles there. Lots of fantasy and SF books and I saw some awesome artwork on a few of those books. If money were no object, I would have come home with an armload. Just glancing through the titles and reading a few paragraphs here and there makes me want to write. Stories are not my strong suit though. I think I am beginning to understand why people DO write them though. Creating your own world, let’s face it, it is god-like, or maybe just simple escapist behavior. That works too !
Anyway, I finally pulled myself away after checking out the blank journal section (it’s my bookstore ritual), and headed home.
Well, on that trip home I really goofed, and may have to pay for it. I came up to a very busy intersection to make a left turn. There were several cars ahead of me and one step off the edge of the street nearest the light was a scary looking man with a cardboard sign, panhandling. Well, dumb me, when the light turned green, I just followed the cars ahead of me and sort of kept my eye on this guy. I was not paying attention to the light. As I was in the middle of my turn, someone honked their horn at me and I looked up to see that the light was now red. Oy !
At that intersection there is a camera that takes pictures of traffic violations. I sure HOPE I did not get photographed! Because I will for SURE get a ticket! If so, it will be my first moving violation ever in my whole driving career. I feel like such a dope. Next time I will just run over the panhandlers and keep my eye firmly fixed on the lights.
So much for my trip to the bookstore.
All I want is a little part time job. Why is this so complicated?
Geeze, and now I may even be a criminal.