Thursday, September 14, 2006
What the...
The highlight of my day (this is gonna sound very sad) is my visit to the store every morning around 2am. I prefer to work nights because, like most writers, I can't write a word when people are looking over my shoulder.
I also have an aversion to shopping during the day. Wherever possible I'll shop online, but for the groceries I have to do it in person. Unfortunately I can't abide waiting in line with the hordes of sweaty folk who people the shops during the day. I hate dodging shopping carts and fighting for space in the aisles.
I noticed during my drive to the shop yesterday (at around 2:30am) a large group of kids milling around in the car park. None of them could have been older than 15, and it was a school night. Now, I'm not trying to be an old man about this, but what the hell were these kids doing out at that time? Where were the parents, for that matter? I live in a good area full of law-abiding professionals with good jobs and big houses. Why do they allow their kids to roam the streets in packs in the early hours of the morning. It's crazy.
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I also have an aversion to shopping during the day. Wherever possible I'll shop online, but for the groceries I have to do it in person. Unfortunately I can't abide waiting in line with the hordes of sweaty folk who people the shops during the day. I hate dodging shopping carts and fighting for space in the aisles.
I noticed during my drive to the shop yesterday (at around 2:30am) a large group of kids milling around in the car park. None of them could have been older than 15, and it was a school night. Now, I'm not trying to be an old man about this, but what the hell were these kids doing out at that time? Where were the parents, for that matter? I live in a good area full of law-abiding professionals with good jobs and big houses. Why do they allow their kids to roam the streets in packs in the early hours of the morning. It's crazy.
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