I Don't Hate You Kid; That's Not It.

Back from work, back from Target. There's Cat Chow, a birthday card for Dad, and a six pack of Bud Light.

The tattooed gentleman at the store didn't card me, which was convenient, but fills me with a small bit of "I'm not old; I'm cool like YOU!," as I walk out in my khakis, button down short sleave shirt, and loafers.

Cat food, beer, and a birthday card. He must think I'm a total loser.

I should go back and talk to him. Dammit.

Meh. Another 100 Words to dull the pain.