To fully appreciate the following tale, you must know the following two pieces of information:
1. I live in a suburb
2. While driving, I listen to my entire iPod playlist on shuffle
On the way home from school this evening, I turned into my neighborhood, dismayed to find gaggles and gaggles of little kids decked out in their silly Halloween garb taking up the entire road. There were two huge hoardes of them side by side; they took up the entire road and made no move to get out of the way so that I could pass even though I was being all respectful by driving slowly, not honking my horn, or blasting them with my high beams. They were dressed as their own assorted characters, all walking slower than death, hauling along their loot. It was like an exodus of fairy tale people into the dark night. Consequently, I was inching along at about two miles an hour.
The song serenading me at this particular point in time? “The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging” by Genesis.
