Change For A Quarter.? A Pennie For My Memories.

Change for a quarter? A penny for my memories.
Just Good. That's my mood. I went to give a urine sample and blow for this place called ADAM, and missed my bus. I was standing outside of Rite-Aid, when I realized I didn't have the correct fare for the bus, which is 60 cents, with my half-off bus pass, so I looked down the street. No bus. Cool. I walked in Rite-Aid and asked for change for a quarter, and was refused. So, being the stubborn ass that I am, I asked for a pack of gum. But they don't sell packs of gum at Rite-Aid. So I asked the guy, "what do you have that's cheap? Real Cheap?" (Now if you know me at all, you know I am anything but cheap, but at this point, it's more or less the principal of the whole thing. I simply wanted change for a quarter, and now I'm embroiled in a heated discussion with the counter guy about what I can buy so I can get change, which really makes no sense) The man behind the counter holds up a chocolate covered cherry, which is 33 cents. Okay, lets stop and do the math here. I started off with 4 quarters and a nickel, which is $1.05. Now I am contemplating buying a chocolate covered cherry, which costs 33 cents, so I can get a dime. If I go ahead and simply put in 0.75 cents in the bus thing, I will be losing out on what, 15 cents, right? But if I buy the cherry, which I don't really want in the first place, I will be out 33 cents, but will have gained a cherry (that's cool, as I have a new friend who really loves candy-quite a coincidence- and I will save it for her)..... So.... I go ahead and buy the cherry. Just as he hands me my change, I look out the window, and the bus is driving by. Funny? Sure. Why not. When I walked out, there was a clap of thunder, and to be honest, I was glad I missed the bus. I got to walk in the rain, and maybe the last thunderstorm of the year. That made it all worthwhile to me. I hate this 'current mood' shit, as well as what I have read about what, twitter? I mean c'mon, this is just going a bit too far for me. So, let me see if I have this straight..... I can, during the course of my day, 'tweet' to people just what I might be doing at any given time? Okay. I guess. I mean, I'm not putting it down, but I remember not too long ago, before there was instant access to everything, now don't get me wrong, I love the internet, but, like when I was a kid, I used to do this strange thing, foriegn to most children nowadays, I'm sure, called playing! I grew up in the middle of nowhere, had no brothers or sisters, and I had a fucking blast playing all by my self. I played army, and spy, and Tarzan, and astronaut, and all kinds of shit. I probably used to pretend I was a fucking monkey... Whatever my imagination would allow, and believe me, the sky was the limit.The World Wide Web is great, but to be honest, it really does take the.., romance, if you will, out of remembering things. I look at it this way.. There are certain things that I remember from my youth. These are my special memories, and I remember them the way I want to, 'cause they are, after all, my memories. And then I think, "hey, I'll bet I can look that up on-line. That might be cool". And it is cool, in as much as it's there. But it somehow is never quite the way I remember it to be. Reality simply doesn't gel with my memories, and the mental pictures that I have printed, the way I see the things that were, is so much better than reality. at least as far as the things that happened in my younger life. Like P.F. Flyers!!!!!They say that you can never go back. And to me, they are right. Sometimes it's simply best to let things be. Let the memories take on their own age, and flavor, much like an aged cheese, or fine old bottle of wine. I guess it's not all that bad getting older. actually, I kind of dig it.