The sign read $1.98 as I drove by Caseys on my way to wash my car. Good price, especially given the recent upward spiral of gas price hell. I figured I'd stop after spending the better part of an hour washing and vacuuming and cleaning and wiping and any other thing you can do to clean a car. I really wish someone would just buy the damn thing so I can move on...

Anyhow, I pulled into the gas station and up to the pump in my sparkling little red vroom vroom machine. For being 10 years old, it still pretty damn nice I must say, and goes fast to boot. Parked behind a large SUV I stepped out of my car and proceeded to fill'er up. The counter stopped at $24 and so I ventured inside to pay the man. The man wasn't at the counter. The man was in back eating. I waited 5 minutes to pay the man. Damn the man. Then I walked back and got into my car and pulled away as "Wild Thing" was blaring from the radio. It happened on my way to K-mart. (I know, K-mart! But seriously, if you ever want to stop in a store and feel all alone, go to K-mart, there is no one in there!!!!) As I pulled into the left turn lane I glanced in my mirror. It was then that my heart skips a beat. As I was flying down the road in my slick little sports car it becomes quite apperent that I am in fact, That Guy. The guy that is somehow so unaware of the world. The guy who is in his own world. The world where no tree is lonely because they all have friends. The world where it is alright to drive around town with your gas door open. Damn that guy all to hell.