I walked over to the university to turn in my thesis edits for the grad school during lunch today, so I stopped into the 7-11 over there for some food on the way back. Inside, there was a guy who was a little hurried asking for where the crazy glue was. Once he found it, he asked me if he could cut in front of me at the counter because he had an emergency. When asked, he said that he "promised he wouldn't say." Piqued, the 7-11 employee prodded for more. He would only say that it would be something for everyone to talk about (the 'everyone' was not defined). Upon paying, he walked to the door, then sprinted around the corner. I plan on watching the news tonight.
I also got to walk by the Greyhound station on my way back to my cubicle. Yesterday someone set a fire on the backside of the station, burning up a bus and scorching most of the garage. The amusing part was that with the station closed for restoration the Greyhound operation in Eugene currently is a table jammed into the entryway to the station manned by two employees, paper records, and one of those lockboxes that youth groups use when fundraising. Nor sleet, nor hail...
Oh, and a guy in a truck that ran right by me looked a lot like Leo Johnson from Twin Peaks:
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