It’s been colder than all-heck lately, and though I initially felt that the snow was a charming wintry diversion to the mid-autumn weather of weeks past, my feelings on the matter quickly changed about three minutes later. As it turns out, having to ride a bike over an icy sidewalk during a blistering cold snowstorm at 8am in the morning is almost . . . I don’t know. It’s almost as though it were slightly unpleasant. In fact, I’d even go as far to say that it’s a hellish circus of unending torment.
Also of note is the fact that, these days, everybody’s always walking around with a cell-phone, having an important conversation with some guy two blocks away. While I have no immediate objections to this fad, I feel it would be in my best interest to not actively participate myself due to the fact that these things can play retarded little games. Inevitably, the cell-phone would turn into a $200 Tetris that I played during lectures, instead of taking class notes and paying attention. I already fell for that once with the whole “graphing calculator” thing. After buying one, my math grades immediately changed for the worse. Damn you, TI-82. Damn you.
Hey, you know the tops to cups at fast-food restaurants? Here’s my question: If you’re going to bother putting in little bubbles to designate which soft drink is in a given container, why not go all the way and include more than just the “cola” and “other” options? For years I’ve been selecting drinks such as “Dr. Pepper,” “Vernors” and “Hot Vernors,” and have been so far deprived of an opportunity to indent my specific choice in the top. It’s gotten so bad that I’ve been buying Coke just to be able to push in my bubble. God, is it worth it, though. What I wouldn’t give for a little bubble on the top of a pop container to push in right about now . . .
Alright, I’ll admit it. Sometimes I push in bubbles that do not directly correspond to my beverage. But all the drink dispensers are self-serve these days, so what’s the point of even having the bubbles? It’s not like you’re going to forget what you’re drinking. “Hey, am I drinking “cola” or “other’? Damnit, if only I pushed in my bubble when I still had the time instead of carelessly sipping away. Now I’m going to be up all night trying to remember.” I mean, come on. That’s only happened to me twice.