While shopping at Haggen today, I walked up to the good-looking cashier and asked, "Hi! Can I give you phone number?"
"Of course," he smiled. He took my number, scanned my groceries, and I ended up saving ¢60. Haggen Card. Works every time :)

But seriously folks. . . the gimmick here is that Haggen, like most grocery stores, will let you use your membership rewards by either scanning your card or simply entering in your phone number. Yet if I'd said that in the opening line it would have been boring. It's so much more fun to carefully craft a story and hopefully evoke a smile.

I have an uncle who derives the same pleasure from telling a good story. While he hammers away at his Dvorak keyboard to stretch the recollection of a standard bike ride in which nobody even got hurt into a 4-page email, however, I tend to cram my experiences into 140-character status updates. If he's writing a ballad, my work is a limerick at best. I'm not sure whether this is the difference between a Berkley English major and a UW com student or a generational thing; chances are it's a combination of both.

Admittedly, the above quote is from my facebook page. While there are a couple doozies on there, it makes me a little sad that facebook tends to be my only outlet for writing or sharing experiences these days.

Maybe someday I'll consistently join my uncle in the ranks of polished and long-winded writers. Likewise, I may stop reading the MLIA and finish Anna Karenina; look at Twitter less and read more editorials; and perhaps sit through all of Monday Night Football rather than just SportsCenter's Top Plays.

Hahahahaha. Like I make time to watch sports! I crack myself up. Goodnight.