Toast of the Atom

I didn't know what to say to the drunk man when he asked me how to get into his house.

I don't know how to get into the drunk man's house. Well that's not true. I'm sure if I actually thought about it I could have come up with an answer. I just didn't want to think about it. It was dark and I just wanted to get home. I was so close, just a few blocks. It's just that the situation was so compelling, watching a drunk man trying to scale his garage door, that I just couldn't look away.

I didn't want to become a player in this spectacle. I was fine with watching from my sideline on the sidewalk, barely visible out of sight from the street light. He saw me though, probably thought I was somebody I knew. I'm pretty sure that's why he called me "Chuck." He asked me how to get in, in these awkward situations I'm not quick enough for a response. This isn't like normal conversation. I really don't have a tactic for this kind of social situation.

So I stood there, letting a short and barely audible noise come from my mouth. Too short to sound like any specific syllable. After all, I wanted no part in this. I just thought that the site of a drunk man trying to climb his garage door in an attempt to get into his own house was hilarious. I was relieved when his wife yelled at him to use the front door. It would have seemed like a logical move in the first place.

Some days I'm really not sure why I haven't clawed my way out of this place. Here it is, summer. One of the most beautiful months of the year and so far I can say that I've spent some time blogging. Sometimes a vacation can be horrendous. I should really do something, however in this area there's nary an activity to do. So far my favorite (and by favorite I should really say "most frequent") has been packing things into boxes and storage bins. I've become quite good at it. A bit too good. I have to remind myself that the move is still over two weeks away and I might need things during that time.

So what, so it's a bit too early to pack my pillow. I get points for being excited right?

Then there's money, summer activities usually require this. Yeah all of my spare money is being thrown into things I never thought I would have to buy. Trust me I've been taking things like towels for granted. You can't even steal towels from hotels anymore. They actually check up on that kind of thing. It's good, because stealing towels is like a gateway crime. One week you would be stealing towels, the next it's cars. This whole world is a slippery slope.

Atoms really have nothing to do with this post. I didn't split one today, chances are I probably won't tomorrow. Hats off to our friend the atom anyway.