Hey Look What I Found!

Leaving work for lunch I noticed these two crusty homeless guys coming from the bushes near Chins, the Chinese restaurant/Slum Hotel next door.  I obviously ignored them and continued walking to my car. I thought I heard someone call my name so I turned to see who it was.  It wasn't my name. It was those fucking turds repeating over and over as they got closer "Sir...Sir!".  One of the drawbacks to having a one syllable name that sort of rhymes with many things, such as jerk, work, her, and in this case, Sir. He asks "Sir, what was the name of the cat in Steven King's Pet Sematery?"

In the split second of trying to wrap my head around the fact that they weren't calling my name, and that it was the bums I saw just before, realizing that it's too late to ignore them without being overtly rude I engage. I didn't notice right away that the guy had a petrified dead cat in his hand. Holding it up proudly so I could see.

I guess the cat's name is actually Church.
...which is funny because that's what my name means in its language of origin. 

I say that it's gross and he should get it out of here... Off the property. I'm trying to walk away and the other guy starts rambling on about how good of an author Steven King is and so on.. I finally make it to my car and as I drive away I see them doing the same thing to other people walking by.

Plastic or Plastic?

So now we have to pay 10 cents for a bag. This was supposedly to help save the planet. But now, the bags they offer in abundance are even thicker, hence more plastic. Pretty much everyone just pays the 10 cents and no one reuses them so how is this better? I'll pay 25 cents per bag if they were mandated to be made from corn-based plastic that is biodegradable. Or just force stores to offer paper bags. Which are fine. Plastic is still plastic even if you charge 10 cents for it. This 10 cent plastic bag thing just seems like it made the plastic pollution problem even worse.  I feel like I re-used the old non-reusable bags more often than the new bags. The new ones feel too nice to pick up dog poop with. They also don't tie-up as easily.  

And there's also this dilemma. 

I feel like a pig for always forgetting my cloth bags. Sorry.