Abandoned Grocery Cart

The title of this entry is part of a game I'm playing as I sit here on the train. You can play too. It's simple. Just close your eyes for ten seconds while in a moving vehicle, preferably one you aren't driving, and name your entry after the first thing you see when you open them.

I've been feeling guilty for driving to work the past two days. If I had a good reason for wasting gas, I wouldn't feel so bad, but I've simply been late. This week, trains started running four minutes earlier.

For most responsible people, also known as adults, this wouldn't pose a problem. They arrive a good ten minutes ahead of time. For lackadaisical morning people, a.k.a. me, four minutes is huge. Considering that I typically arrive two minutes before the train on a good day, this new timetable is proving troublesome.

Somehow, I managed to get up early this morning. I awoke to the voice of Brigadier General Vincent Brooks on the radio. He was fielding tough and sometimes biased questions from hungry reporters at Central Command.

I'm intrigued by the term "embedded reporter". It just sounds like something that requires a painful procedure to remove, like when a piece of glass gets embedded in your foot.

Finally, one thought of caution this morning, Never assume "carmel macchiato" is a misspelling of "caramel macchiato". Whatever I ordered tasted nothing like caramel and I doubt Carmel By-The-Sea would want to be associated such a drink. Blech!