Erin and I stopped by Trader Joes after work. We needed some cheese for dinner, and something else to go with the grits... she has some other silly name for them. We also ended up stocking up on some other food, so that every meal fixed doesn't require a trip to the market. Anyway, in the parking lot this guy notices the Hwa Rang Do sticker on my car, and askst if I trained with Master Lee... I responded, "I trained with him for about a year before he destoryed my soul."

Now, I know my parents read this, and I don't want them to worry... That's REALLY just a succinct way to envelop all of the things I don't like about that man. The parking lot dude and I talked for a bit... his car was partly backed up and hillarity insued when about 20 other cars decided they wanted to be where he was, thus not really letting him move anywhere.

Actually it was sort of like the comedy in Little Miss Sunshine Tragic drama as a medium for comedy. At least I didn't have to push my honda to get it in gear...