Car's in the shop. Salesman checking you out, wondering why you look familar, not sure if you're a sale or not. Flashing back to the days of retail, treat everyone well and people will come back every time. People, meeting people is it really all that hard. Saying hello is half the battle, say just hello, hi, konnichi-wa.

Simplicity like the brand of clothes patterns states, simple. Persons sitting, waiting, waiting for their autos. Discussions of business and neighborhoods. Things right in the world, things wrong. Rambling on about this guys and that guy. Places not up to code, not fitting standards.

The typical keeping up with Joneses conversation. Blah blah blah, how many times have the words these guys are saying, how many times have they been spoken before. None of my business but still.

Get the car in, do your business, the get to work. Check the clock, write some words. Check the clock, a couple of more words. Pumped in music drifts fromt the ceiling.

Country, talking about the country, the great west. Potential of knocking down all those trees. They're just in the way, right.

Some grow wise in their years, others complacent. Grant me the grace to stay funny. The world will go it's way, perhaps a small change that will snowball. That is what I hope.