This week was a long one. Lots to be done.
Most of it was enjoyable. I've only one gripe...
This town seems to be full of them. Those who are more concerned about appearances and swollen pocketbooks. The type of people who run non-celluloids over in the parking lot with their suburban assault vehicles and run over them again with their shopping carts, because they just don't "see" them. And if plastic people, by some odd chance or particular alignment of the stars, actually apologize for this lack of vision, they won't look a person in the eye or exude any hint of sincerity at all!
I'm not sure where these neoprene humanoids came from, though I dare say they are not native to the area. This state of Texas is, after all, known for its hospitality... right?
I swear, once, when someone actually looked me in the eyes and spoke friendly to me, I nearly cried, touched by the connection. Such a rare thing.
Makes me almost miss home.
Ah well, perhaps if only I'd stumbled across the article, "To Be a Snob or Not to Be", on Time Magazine's site a long, long time ago, I might understand the whole concept a bit better.