Looking at the items the woman ahead of me at the convenience store has put on the counter, I’m thinking, “You know, there are times when I wish all it took to make my day a good one was a pack of cigarettes and a Red Bull.”
Then, thinking over what I’m thinking, I think, “God, what kind of life is it when the making of your day is a pack of cigarettes and a Red Bull?”
Then, thinking that over, I think, “Remember, Lance. Some days all it took to make your grandmother happy was a pack of Winstons and a glass of Genessee Cream Ale.”
The moral of this little tale I take to be, “Pay for your gas and your loaf of bread and go on about your business and leave other people to go on about theirs."