-I wanted rice pudding like whoa this weekend, and when I got above ground on the way home tonight, I had ten minutes until the grocery store closed several blocks away.  I hoofed it, made it with three minutes to spare, went to the yogurt section, and yep - even though they sell it every other day in the same section between the individual yogurts and the whipped cream canisters - they stopped carrying both rice pudding and tapioca (my second choice).

-I stepped in dog shit while trying to avoid the guy who was drunkenly shouting, “I’m one of the good guys!  I’m the one who caught the rapist in the neighborhood” between me & my apartment doorway.  If you’re drunkenly shouting, I don’t care who you caught.  Plus, the fact that you know there’s a neighborhood rapist is enough for me to wait ten minutes by the Papa John’s until you weave down the block far enough away that I feel I have a decent shot at beating you to my doorway should you choose to run towards me.