I contemplated getting some food and sitting at my desk over the lunch hour, catching up on the mundane details of a quick cross-country move. Instead, I chose to drive a few miles with the windows down and the radio on (listening to "Jumping Someone Else's Train" by the Cure!! Hello age 14!!) and see stuff like this:
No one around. Just me. Ahhhh...on the drive back to work, there was an enthusiastic advertisement about traveling to go see snow and skiing upon it. Huh?
"The jerk store called. They're running out of you!"- George Costanza