The day after thanksgiving.

I thought “Hurrrrgh!”.

Then, I thought “Hey, I should go to the bank and change my address. Also, I should eat a bagel.”

Then I realized that there is a bank next to the bagel place, and I knew that Atlanta loves me. So, I drove over to the bagel place, it being a little far to bike, and got myself some breakfast. The place was full of dudes bouncing around, holding coffee and saying “excuse me” to one another and chewing bagels. It’s the day after thanksgiving and the ladies of Atlanta want nothing to do with bagels. Just the guys.

I came outside with my bagel and little cup of yogurt to find an old man’s car parked awkwardly behind mine, but not blocking me. On the day after thanksgiving, old men are allowed to park awkwardly.

Then I got in my little car and drove and ate my bagel and listened to my audio book until I got back to my apartment and realized I had completely forgotten to go to the bank and change my address.

Shit.

On the day after thanksgiving, I am going back to the bank.