Cookies and Sandwiches

Yesterday: I volunteer to cover a student senate meeting for the paper mostly because the posters advertise pizza. Fair enough. I show up and they've switched it on me--no pizza but instead an enormous sandwich with all sorts of meats. Great. Listened to bickering over women's rugby uniforms and cheesecake fundraisers for two hours, then biked home in the rain.

Today: Performed stupendously on Modern Grammar exam. Grimy redneck in the passengers side of an aging Winnebago makes a gang sign at me and hoots "Woowoowooowooo," as he goes by. I stop at the Super America for a treat. I want a cookie, and they have fresh ones. Chocolate chip. I take my cookie to the counter and the girl rings it up sixty-nine cents, declaring "I know they're really eighty-nine cents, but I think that's too much for a cookie."

There is snow in the forecast for Monday. Hyvee sells enormous bags of peanuts still in their shells for five dollars. It is a dangerous bargain and my desk is a mess as a result.