Let me out!

If you said, "Do you have Sir Walter Raleigh in a can?", you were probably a prankster as a kid, and you get 25 bonus points for that.  No, with Caller ID you can't really do that these days.

The wind is blowing like stink today.  We got out to vote (early voting on several ballot issues, not for anyone running for office) and run a few other errands.  When I parked so we could go in to vote, the driver's door was right into the wind.  It took a lot of grunting and straining to get the door open, and then I had to hold it tight to keep it from getting caught by the wind.  It would have been embarrassing if Joan would have had to go around the car and open my door for me... enough so that it gave me an extra push to get that door open.

We did our civic duty, then set out on our other errands.  Joan asked what I want to do for lunch... the power of suggestion kicked in: this morning, I had read an article about the "Chicken Sandwich Wars."  To paraphrase that: Chick-filet-A is winning, McDonald's is losing.  Popeye's is coming on strong.  The nearest Popeye's is in Brownsville, which would be a gawd-awful drive on Highway 48 with this wind.  We have never eaten at a Popeye's.  Joan pulled up their website, and we found out that their new chicken sandwich is sold out... "broke the internet" is what the CEO from Popeye's said.  It seems that, in spite of their market research, chain-wide, they weren't ready for the overwhelming demand for that new sandwich.

So, that chicken sandwich craving will have to go unsatisfied today.  (Sigh)