Whiny Pretentious and All.

I was in the grocery store before this concert last night and this guy with a cart filled to the brim with family-sized cans of beef broth was like, “Y’all heading to a theme party?” I don’t know. Basically, if you think about it. The plot thickens; because I wasn’t with anybody else. I was the only other actual person in the aisle, so clearly he was addressing me and some other cheery folk I don’t have the privilege of seeing. I’m just telling you this because I’ve had an odd couple of days and I’m really frightfully intrigued by the beef broth.