Went to the library to return something. I thought maybe the guy at the desk looked at whatever was on his screen
a little too long, and maybe his eye where open a little too wide, like there was a wanted poster with my face on it.
I remembered that scene from Bioshock Infinite where the ticket clerk pins your hand to the counter with a knife.
I went to the store to get some more crackers, and it wasn't until I got home that I realized I'm almost out of milk,
so I'll have to go again tomorow, which will be the third day in a row that I waddle down to the store to
buy a single item. I know that the cashiers hate me, the chip and the strip on my card doesn't work, so I have to
type in the numbers manualy, holding up the bustling 6:00am line of alcoholics and egg fiends.
(the price hikes awhile back did numbers on many casual egg hobbyists)