Yet, I know what to type.
For over a week, I’ve wanted to go to the Barnes & Noble that is just past Little Five Points, but every day, something prevented me from fulfilling my desire. Monday, I had to work late and went to the Buckhead B&N instead. Tuesday, I could have died. Wednesday, I went back to the B&N in Buckhead to purchase something that I decided I wanted after all. Thursday, I went to an office holiday party. Friday, I watched James Cameron’s bigger-budget-version-of-Delgo-and-FernGully.
Someone didn’t want ming going to the Edgewood B&N. You may not take stock in this kind of thinking, believing, or assessing, but I do. The incident from Tuesday is the reason I’m writing this entry. I left work in time to make it to Edgewood B&N and stay there for up to forty minutes before having to head home. As I drove down the parking deck, I realized that the back passenger seat window (non-shotgun side) wouldn’t roll down and still wouldn’t go down when I was reaching the West Peachtree intersection on 10th street. I changed my plans and turned left onto W. Ptree with the intent of going to the Toyota dealership near my house. When I had gotten to 17th street, though, I tried the window again and it worked. I didn’t feel like turning back around…so I drove towards Buford Highway. Very much a windshield wipers experience.
