Back in the old days...

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You know how woman say that men are like parking lots? They claim that all the good ones are either taken or handicapped...

So as a single and non-handicapped person...what kind of a parking lot am I? Hmmm.

I had to nip out to Costco today and I saw a parking lot that, I think, describes me. It was a perfectly decent parking lot! And it was right by the entrance! And it was free too! The catch? Another lazy Costco customer had dumped their shopping cart on the parking lot. Nothing else wrong with the spot. Actually, it was a perfect parking spot and if someone actually took their time to get out of their car to push the cart off the lot, it would be up for grabs.

But I think I see the problem... When we're driving around in our cars, we're just too lazy to get out and push the buggy.

*scratches head*

Ok, ok...I'm not sure how a shopping cart is related to my life. And now I'm not even sure what my original point was supposed to be...

Oh whatever. At least I'm blogging again. So stop complaining!

Sooooooo...yeah. Valentine's Day is coming up in two weeks or something. I can tell because when I was walking around Costco I saw all these heart shaped chocolate boxes. (Heh. That's how I normally remember what holiday is coming up next...just by looking at the display cases at stores.)

Ahhhhhh. Valentine's Day. I remember the good old days in elementary school where we would spend time filling out cards for each other. Like in grade 2. Remember those days? Yeah...and we would give those cards out to everybody! Every girl and boy would get one! Yup...that's right kids! Even super-dud Dave got Valentine cards!

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't die from shock...that didn't mean girls actually liked me. That's because we were supposed to give them out to everybody. Remember? All the girls were supposed to give one card to each boy, and each boy was supposed to give one card to each girl.

So yeah...I gave cards to every female in my class too. Even that gross girl in the corner that used to pick her nose and eat semi-dried white glue. Ewwww. And even that girl that flashed her panties to all the guys in gym class. Yeah. She was a young exhibitionist, I guess.

Notice how I'm not disclosing any names to protect the innocent? Well...that... and so I don't get sued.)

Anyway...so yeah fast foward to the present. I don't give out Valentine cards, and I certainly don't get Valentine cards anymore. Nobody eats white glue (actually maybe that's for the better). And certainly no girl flashes me, and a bunch of my friends, her panties in gym class. Heck, I don't even have gym class anymore.

In some ways, I really miss second grade.

To be continued...

Posted by Dave at January 29, 2002 09:36 PM