Saturday, May 21, 2011
I went out to buy a new laptop today. On the way to the bus stop, I could hear bagpipes being played. At Future Shop, I met a very talkative 11th grader who wanted to go into politics. He plans to be Prime Minister, and do a much better job than Harperor Palpatine. On the bus ride home, the ceiling lights leaked a pale blue liquid on me. There was also a girl who fit the stereotypical description of a prostitute: overdone makeup, fishnets, etc. Upon exiting the bus, a man swerved on his bike to avoid running into me. In a cascade of mishaps, he crashed over onto his side, and upon righting himself, dropped his bag of beer cans, which exploded, spraying beer all over the sidewalk.