also gross

a trip to walgreen's is always just a slice of life for me.

inside the drugstore today i experienced and witnessed tiny little old ladies having accidental reunions, tiny little old ladies running the checkout lines, carabiner flashlights, an intense internal debate on which #2 pencils to buy for my upcoming exam (settled on the mirado black warriors; hopefullly i won't regret that because they're a little too smooth for filling in circles), and teenage boys looking down each aisle for something to do (at walgreen's?).

all that aside, this time it was the parking lot that held today's noteworthy item: a pair of sweatpants with a college name emblazoned across the butt.

i get riled up about this. how can women complain about being objectified by men when they wear pants like these? it's ridiculous for a girl to walk around in, say, juicy brand sweatpants, and expect guys not to stare at her caboose, read the word, and think, "juicy."

bah, i said to myself. then the real kicker.

the wearer of these sweatpants was some white-haired dude. looked to be in his late fifties.

now THAT just ain't right.