JK
02-28-2004, 12:15 PM
...and every newbie gets delusions of granduer."
I finally got moved in enough to get the computer set up and this was the first place I came last night. Lots of fresh meat in the six days I was offline...
Atlanta is too f*cking big... All I wanted to do my first night here was find a 24-hour Wal-Mart so I could buy some shower curtain rings. You can't throw a rock in this country without hitting a Wal-Mart, but Atlanta must be some sort of Wal-Mart dead zone. I know there's one here- I saw it the weekend I came up here house hunting. But it grew legs and moved or something. And the clerk at Circle K wasn't really any help- he just immigrated from Turpakistanisbahn... He did seem to have a keen grasp on the value of duct tape. "Just tape it to the rod. The tape is water-proof, wind proof, and mad monkey-lovin' proof." No thank you. I can't justify spending $30 for a roll of tape at a quickie mart, no matter how desperate I was to defend myself from horny monkeys.
So I drove around for another hour and half- Every where I looked there's a goddamn Waffle House. I own a waffle maker- Fuck Waffle House. Fuck them in their stupid... Besides, they don't have shower curtain rings.
I found a K-Mart, but they closed at nine. And Target was already closed as well- (I had already been to Target that afternoon and forgotten to get the damn rings to begin with- stupid, stupid, stupid. I remebered how badly I wanted a copy of Clockwork Orange on DVD, but bugger the shower curtain rings) So finally after two hours of driving around in the dark and cold (no heater in the truck) I finally found that Mecca of mega-shopping. I went inside and found the rings- the LAST of the rings. One set of rings to rule them all... I think in my glee I may have knocked an old lady into the Icee machine, I don't know. All I could hear was Beethoven's Ode to Joy as I made my purchase and floated out of the store on triumphant wings of victory.
After all this trial and tribulation, I made it home, hung the shower curtain, and turned on the water with ecstactic expectations of a warm shower to sluice away the wretched filth of my quest-
the faucet dripped and then came the flood...
ice cold.
I love moving.
I finally got moved in enough to get the computer set up and this was the first place I came last night. Lots of fresh meat in the six days I was offline...
Atlanta is too f*cking big... All I wanted to do my first night here was find a 24-hour Wal-Mart so I could buy some shower curtain rings. You can't throw a rock in this country without hitting a Wal-Mart, but Atlanta must be some sort of Wal-Mart dead zone. I know there's one here- I saw it the weekend I came up here house hunting. But it grew legs and moved or something. And the clerk at Circle K wasn't really any help- he just immigrated from Turpakistanisbahn... He did seem to have a keen grasp on the value of duct tape. "Just tape it to the rod. The tape is water-proof, wind proof, and mad monkey-lovin' proof." No thank you. I can't justify spending $30 for a roll of tape at a quickie mart, no matter how desperate I was to defend myself from horny monkeys.
So I drove around for another hour and half- Every where I looked there's a goddamn Waffle House. I own a waffle maker- Fuck Waffle House. Fuck them in their stupid... Besides, they don't have shower curtain rings.
I found a K-Mart, but they closed at nine. And Target was already closed as well- (I had already been to Target that afternoon and forgotten to get the damn rings to begin with- stupid, stupid, stupid. I remebered how badly I wanted a copy of Clockwork Orange on DVD, but bugger the shower curtain rings) So finally after two hours of driving around in the dark and cold (no heater in the truck) I finally found that Mecca of mega-shopping. I went inside and found the rings- the LAST of the rings. One set of rings to rule them all... I think in my glee I may have knocked an old lady into the Icee machine, I don't know. All I could hear was Beethoven's Ode to Joy as I made my purchase and floated out of the store on triumphant wings of victory.
After all this trial and tribulation, I made it home, hung the shower curtain, and turned on the water with ecstactic expectations of a warm shower to sluice away the wretched filth of my quest-
the faucet dripped and then came the flood...
ice cold.
I love moving.