The Return, Pt. MMXVI

I am really terrible at getting into routines.

Like, really bad.

I can never seem to do anything I plan on making a routine anymore than a week or so. If you continue through this blog's history, you'll see just how true that is. I'll post consistently for about a week, then I don't do anything for 3 months, or a year, and then another post, once again acknowledging my lack of consistency.  So, new plan:

I'm just gonna post when I feel like it.

I'm not gonna act like I have a bunch of readers that i need to keep satisfied by updating frequently.  I'm just gonna post when I feel like I have something worth sharing, or something I wanna get off my chest.  We'll try this for a while, hope it works out this time. I hope it does, if only because I need to work on my writing skills.  I look back at some of the stuff here and just cringe. I could definitely use the practice.

To kick things off for the thousandth time, here's a quick little story about an encounter I had recently.

I was on my way to work, running just a little behind, but had to stop to get some gas.  The gas station I stopped at was near the airport, so as I'm filling up there's a dull roar of airplanes coming and going. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a minivan has pulled up close to me, and the lady in the passenger seat was trying to get my attention.  Due to the noise of the planes, I had to go over to her just to hear her properly.

"Would you like some beer?" she asked, holding out a mismatched six-pack. "We're about to fly home, and won't be able to take it with us, but it seems like a waste to throw it out. Would you like it?"

This sent several thoughts through my head, the chief of which being that I don't like beer, so even if I  ignore the fact that I don't know them, their six-pack is made of six different brands, and they assumed I am of age, I would never take it.

"No thanks," I said, with a grin.  This whole situation was just so bizarre to me, I couldn't help but smile about it.  I watched as they pulled up to another car, explained the situation to that gentleman, and  handed him the beer. He pulled out a few and looked them over, apparently approving of them as he stuck them in his truck.

I guess if I am ever in need of some alcohol but can't afford it, I'll just go hang out at the gas station near the airport.