Everyone has a club. I was in CVS and the cashier asked if I was part of their club. It sounded pretty exclusive.
“You guys got a club?”
“It’s a rewards club. You accumulate points that you can accumulate. Would you like to sign up?”
“I dunno. Do I have to put one of those barcode things on my keyring? Because if I do, it could be a deal-breaker."
Kitty is really into these clubs. I can’t even find the house key on her keys. I can get points at Speedway, Papa Joe’s, Meijer, PetCo, and Kroger…but I can’t get into my own house. I’m going to use this as a talking point during my next fancy soiree I attend.
“Are you and Kitty members of any clubs?”
“Yes. We just signed up for CVS Rewards. We were on the waitlist for a while though.”
"Does Oakland Hills make you put a barcode on your keychain? Cuz if not, we're switching from CVS to those guys."
I keep idea notes on my phone for these musings. One of them says ‘Winery Dogs.’ What does that mean? Was I drunk, again? Anyone?
I’ve decided I don’t like tailgating or travelling Up North. I pack and pack and pack then drive and drive then unpack and unpack then drink and drink then pack and pack and pack then drive and drive. There’s a lot of packing, unpacking and driving just for a little drinking.
Lastly, I got defriended on FB again last Friday for insinuating a statistical rise in something or another. I must have really hit a popular streak, because I am up to 259 friends now. Roll on 260!
L8rz,
LeJon McZenetra
