Senility

"Hi there sir. My name's Monty, this is my trainee Mitch; we'll be taking care of you. How're you today?"

"Oh... I'm slipping slowly into senility..."

"And how's that working out for you?"

"It's a mixed bag."

"The good?"

"I can walk around outside in my underwear... give little children the middle finger... but as long as I have a smile on my face while I'm doing it, people think just think I'm senile."

"And the bad?"

"Well, sometimes I give little children the middle finger and I don't realize I'm doing it until I get slapped, so I really am going senile..."

"Aw, come on; senility can't be all that bad. You get to meet knew people every day."

"Haha... I like you, Monty."

"I like you too, sir."

"I like you too, Monty."



That was a brief exerpt from Waiting, that seemed appropriate because I feel like I'm getting old and senile. I set today aside to get my emissions tested (it's the last day to do it before a fine), change my oil, renew my license, buy work pants, and... something else I can't think of at the moment (only adding credence to my point.) BUT! I forgot that my dad had to borrow my car today! So, um, yeah... I'm not doing anything off of that list today. On the upside, it looks like it's gonna be a pretty lazy day!