Sadly, I wasn't treated to the expected shouting match. I summed her up quickly to see if she had any obvious physical problems. Nope, she was just a dumb middle-aged couch queen. The subject was a bald middle-aged male driving a black Infiniti Q45. As I was getting out of my car he got out of his and placed his McDonald's bag of trash on a grass island.
Every day is a new low in too-cute moments, daily affirmations and warm fuzzies.
Some days I imagine the strip ends with the entire family receiving its heavenly reward, but only after a horrifying blimp-skyscraper incident. This usually makes the pain go away. Sunday night I was out in search of food, after the unsatisfying season finale of X-Files of course. I ended up at a Dairy Queen and while I'm waiting in line I read the sign next to their drive-thru charity donation box. Since I was no longer every other car, I kept the 30 cents for myself.