I was driving some SUV with Ed sitting next to me. (Was it Ed's Rendezvous? Maybe.) Soon, we were in line waiting to get to the gas pumps at the Richmond Costco. (Real life interjection: Yes, they have lines at the gas pumps at the Richmond Costco.) After wating a long time, we got to the pumps. It didn't take us very long to fill it up, but the pump claimed it was $80 to pay for it, and we paid anyway. Then we went to the front entrance of the Costco, where we were idling the SUV while waiting for Michael Tait and Toby Mac to come out, because apparently we were giving them a ride somewhere. Ed and I were complaining about how much their delay of getting out of the Costco was going to cost us in gas. (No, don't ask me why we didn't turn off the SUV.)
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
