Adventures in Driving: Rain!

I Believe in Light
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Since writing is my profession/lifestlye choice, I spent most of Tuesday in the house working on a piece that needs to be turned in by Wednesday. (And for the record, I really need to speak with some minority college students majorig or minoring in a foreign language.) However, around 3:00 I realized I had to get some groceries, not to mentionsome gas for Le Doug's car. After all, no one wants to come from a trip to an empty gas tank.

I drove into town, which is perilous enough given how Old Greenwich housewives drive, I realized it was raining. Not only did I have to put on the lights, but windshield wipers as well.

First: Gas. Old Greenwich has a station that actually has full service, which is great because like Oprah, I didn't really know how to do it. This should not be considered a bad thing. If you asked your average red-stater how to get from Prince Street to Columbia University via the subway during rush hour, they wouldn't know, yet I would make fun of them.

Anyway, back at the station I had some issues to deal with, like backing the car around while some Ritalin-addled school kid ran around the station while his mother rummaged in the back of her ginormous Lexus SUV. (This is standard stuff in these parts.) Even better was when I told the guy to put regular gas in, and he looked at me like I was crazy. "Um, Lady," he said. "Beamers usually get the Super." Oh, well, I suppose they would. We put in half a tank (because I'm cheap) and I headed to the grocery store.

I have a bad habt of dawdling in grocery stores, and today was no exception. I'm not really into food and I don't have any issues with it. I think I just like to look at packaging. I don't like chips and nuts and Little Debbie cakes. I don't care how my deli meats are sliced or if the duck is on sale. I just like to look at it all. Presentation. Is that a crime? Just give me some hummus and some multi grain bread. I'll wash it down with some coffee and I'll be good to go.

Back at home, the cats napped and I got back to writing and waiting for people to call me back. At 5:30 I couldn't take it anymore and went out for a run. Nothing clears the head like an insane sweat.