McDonalds Boned Me.

The Royal Alberta Museum: what a treat. Those hallowed halls have haunted me since I was a young lad. Haunted me in a good way. I don't lay awake at night terrified of the spaces between galleries. Though, I did see an old lady in the hall today that looked oddly witchlike.

I got home from the museum and made chicken vegetable wraps with my ladyfriend and we ate them. Then we did the dishes.

Later in the evening, we went to buy camping chairs. Unfortunately, we found none. Then we decided to get two one-dollar pops from McDonalds and go for a walk in the river valley. I ordered the pops, paid my $2.10, and then pulled up to the pickup window. The man fetched my pops, handed them to me and started to walk away. I said, "Now hang on just a cottonpickin' minute. Is there any ice in these things?" To which he replied, "Ohhhh, no, sorry, our ice machine is broken; has been all day." Incredulous, I responded, "Really? Oh, ok." Without another word, I drove off with our two lukewarm pops and fumed for the better part of the 5 minute trip to the park. Then I realized I didn't care.