I was waiting at a bus stop the other day.
A guy was standing next to me and waiting too.
An older woman(I'd guess she was in her 80's or 90's) was driving  but stopped when she got to us and yelled out her window, 

Do you two want a ride?

Me and the guy both said, No.

When she drove away, I looked at the guy and said, 
Who the hell does that?!

Then he said, 
That was nice of her.

Then we stood there in silence waiting for the bus.

This morning I went to Stop and Shop at about 7am because I was out of blueberries. I'm not complaining. I'm just stating the facts: it was 7am-ish and I was buying blueberries.

Believe it or not there was actually a line to wait in because other people had decided they needed to buy things at 7am-ish too. How dare they! The guy in front of me in line saw that all I was buying was my blueberries and said, "That's all you're getting? You can cut me in line. Go ahead!".

So I did.

The question is, who the hell has the audacity to be kind at 7am-ish?!

As I was leaving I saw that he was letting a number other people cut him in line as well...

In conclusion, I'm not sure if he was a kind man or a mentally unstable man. In either case, I appreciate it.

Last night I had a nightmare that I was driving down a highway
and
there was a herd of children dressed in bright pink astronaut outfits who were competing in a marathon.
The children were running in the direction of my car.
The nightmare was having to dodge all of them.
I ended up being late for a comedy show as a result(in the dream).
What does it mean?!

It's possible to win...

even if you're not that good...

When I was 14 I played town team basketball in a league called SGBA(Saugus Girls Basketball Association). At some point during the season a shooting contest was held called "The Hot Shot Contest". I ended up coming in third place and as my prize I was given this t-shirt:

It should be noted that the only reason why I came in third place was because on the night of the contest there was a severe snowstorm. As a result, most parents refused to drive their kids to the contest. My father oddly did agree to drive me. When I got there, only 2 other girls had showed up. They came in 1st and 2nd place and I came in...3rd. So basically I won because of a VERY poor turn out.

My t-shirt has become my most worn piece of workout apparel over the years. It was huge on me when I was 14 and still remains huge on me now. No matter how many times I wash it and put it in the dryer, it NEVER shrinks despite allegedly being made of 100% cotton.

So it has become a life goal of mine to make this friggin' t-shirt shrink but I have a feeling it will end up distintegrating before shrinking...