just starting

So this is my first attempt at this sort of thing.Truthfully the idea of being instantly published is an intimidating prospect. It's like drawing off the hip. React and shoot. Click. Publish. Hope it isn't crap.  So today I'm just going to throw darts and see what sticks the right way.



Target:

My wife and I stopped by target. She needed a new razor and wal-marts are strategically placed to be as far away from the urban core as possible. I, for one, am not really up for driving twenty-five minutes so I can save fifty-five cents on durex and laundry detergent. (Do they even sell condoms at Wal-Mart? I assume they would just hand out pamphlets on the rhythm method.) As we walked towards the razor aisle I turned and witnessed twelve FEET of razors. Which strikes me as insane and unnecessary. But, it has been pointed out to me that the presence of an opinion on "razor aisles" is, in fact, insane and unnecessary. Which is why I keep it to myself. As we step out to the main route I see an end cap for Schicks Fusion Proglide. Sample models are placed inside a glass display case. Lit like diamonds and rotating when sensing motion at an arms length. I was so disturbed by the amount of work put into a product that will be thrown away in a few months (after all it's cheaper to buy a new razor.) I had to take a picture on my cell phone. It looked like the prize out of a heist movie. In my head the lamest Danny Ocean ever was planning his caper. Don Cheadle saying something nervous in a shitty British accent.
Don Cheadle: "Oi mate. I don't like the look of that security blahblah in the northeast blahblah....Blimey! Gor!
Danny Ocean, smirking and punchable of course would get those razors out in the end. After the fun of my fantasy the switch flipped in my head that makes me hate and feel tired. I wanted to wander around but, a set of twin girls standing in a shopping cart rolled by. Hearing them Beg for spongebob tooth brushes from there mother, made me realize staying longer would only depress me. So we left before I could allow myself to feel crushed.