so, i drove downtown, took some pictures of the pier, which i didn’t like too much. drove back, stopped at von’s for donut holes & bananas. left the store, successfully ignoring the teen challenge lady stationed at the exit to solicit spare change to fund drug rehab (hey — i need my change — for drugs*). got home, walked in the house, set purse down, kid attacks me for his donuts. they’re right h… wha? uh, maybe they’re in the car. no.
yeah, back at the store.
this is not the worst i’ve done. there was the time i went through wendy’s drive-thru, paid for my burgers, drove home, pulled up in the driveway, looked down, no burgers. very, very sheepishly returned to wendy’s to collect them.
these types of things are just so fucking embarrassing.
*(note that i was perfectly straight, sober & well rested both times. i’m kidding about the drugs you know.)