Clocks
I have never worn a watch. Okay, I have tried to wear watches. It's just that they never stay on for long. When I wear a watch, all I do is look at it every ten seconds.
Tonight I took the long way home from Roswell. I had forgotten to borrow fifty-cents from Annabelle to pay the toll. I really didn't mind. Most nights I do--often frustrated by the waste of time or extra fuel that is burned. Come to think of it, most areas of my life have become this way. Completely ruled by the clock and efficiency.
Efficiency isn't bad, really. It's good to be practical and a wise steward, but I am wondering if we take that to an unhealthy extreme.
Dear Super Target
Bed Bath and Beyond must have spent as much time developing their wedding registry program as my university's student orientation program. Super Target, you have no program, no little room with pink wall paper and dinnerware displayed in the corner. You didn't send out your top salesman named Todd to teach us about the differences between Calphalon and Teflon, and why it's better to buy the expensive 8" chef's knife behind the plexiglass doors. No, Super Target, you did not do any of those things, your website refuses to let us login, and you never offered cash back on returned items, so we are leaving you. Except for a few things here or there for people who don't know what Beth Bath and Beyond is. But we're not going to like it.
