Election Day.
I was hoping my day would be better. When I attempted to go out of the front door, I was met with rain, and the yard was soaked, meaning I would have to wear my rain boots. To my annoyance, I could not find my rain boots. Inprovise. I could wear plastic bagson my feet so the water would not soak my socks. The problem with that was since plastic bags were outlawed there were no plastic bags.
As I was walking on 42nd to the pooling station, something did not seem right. None of the houses on either side of the street had a FOR SALE sign in front, which was very unusual. I do not know why no houses were for sale; there must be some unknown/mysterious reason for this. I had an unsettling feeling.
I did vote. There was only a few people at the polling station. I could not understand that either. No one cares to vote I thought.
Then I went to London Drugs. There was a sign saying: LD has 10,000 items on sale. Lots of bargains.
I do not know what the hell is wrong with me. Each time I think I am being a good person I regret it. But then maybe I should not even associate with anyone. Life wold be easier. What amases me is that then you look like you did something wrong. Do not shoot the messenger or the person who is trying to help you.
