Why, yes -- yes, I am trying to make you somewhat nauseous. Whatever gave me away?
Did Chuck E Cheese's always reek of urine, vomit and old pizza? I chose to sit in the way-too-small parking lot instead. After that, a quick trip to the local Guitar Center, where I discovered that grooming is not required for employees. I almost bought the latest issue of PREMIER GUITAR magazine until I decided that five minutes was plenty of time to stand at the checkout without service, all the while standing in eyeshot of at least three staff dudes. Then, some OK Chinese food, a quick dumping of the boy at his grandparents' and now a rush to the library to return some due DVDs before it closes.