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March 18, 2002 - Monday
I was beaten by a mouse today.
As I was sitting in the office at Lifetime Doors, reading a book, I saw a mouse scurrying along the wall. I watched it come closer to the desk where I was sitting. When he reached my desk, I kicked the garbage can to scare the shit out of him.
He ran back to the opposite wall, and hid behind some filing cabinets.
A few moments later, I saw him emerge from the filing cabinets and run to the wall closest to me. He didn't come back to the trashcan, so I figured he'd had enough. I continued reading. Suddenly, I felt a small object pressing in on my toe through the strap of my sandal. I knew instantly what it was.
"Ahhh!" I screamed as I felt the mouse's teeth begin to nibble on my toe. My legs jerked upwards in an involuntary reflex to the feeling, smashing my knees against the bottom of the desk. The mouse ran back to the filing cabinets, happy that it had succeeded in its revenge.
Fucking punk mice.
Suzanne and I went shopping together in Watseka on Friday. Has anyone else noticed the Eagle sitting in the Watseka Floral parking lot for sale? I sure noticed it. As we were driving past, I had to stop in and look. I figured there'd be no harm in test driving it, so I went in and asked for the keys. Driving through town, I noticed Roger and Deb (Mom's friends) at the park eating lunch, so I had to pull in to show off my temporary new wheels.
Roger commented that he'd heard Eagle's weren't all that reliable. "Nonesense," I replied, and jumped back into the car to leave. When I put it in reverse, however, the engine merely roared without moving the car.
"Must've accidently put it in neutral," I thought, and reworked the gearshift. Unsuccessful. I fiddled with it again, but with no luck. "Looks like you're going to have to push us out into the road, Suzanne." Thankfully though, Roger was the model gentleman and got out to push so Suzanne wouldn't have to. We made it back to the flower shop, thankfully, where I told the owner that the car would be a lot nicer if it had reverse. Its a bitch too, because it was a nice car.
Later on in the day, I was involved in the first Kankakee traffic jam I've ever seen. Right before exit 315 to get to the mall, traffic slowed to a standstill. Our speed ranged between four and seven miles an hour. After twenty minutes of this, other motorists became angry and started driving wrecklessly. Notice the hot-rod punks driving on the shoulder.
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