Bought a rug at IKEA. When I got home, I had to weave it myself.
Homeless guy holding a sign, it says, "Broke, cold, and ugly." And you know what? He was.
In line at Taco Bell. A guy in a suit holding a big cardboard box comes running across the street in the rain. Runs through the landscaping bushes, runs up to my car. I roll down the window, and right there, through my car window, in the rain, he starts trying to sell me a roll-out floor-mat piano. He's carrying this huge box of them. He's desperate. Look man, he says, 40 bucks, and I'll throw in another one free. Ok 20 bucks. 10 bucks!
But�I don't want a roll-out floor-mat piano.
I tell the guy this. I tell him I don't have anywhere to put it, I tell him I don't have a budget for such posh luxuries as roll-out floor-mat pianos. Finally he leaves.
But now, looking back, in retrospect�I should have bought that thing.
Now, with the benefit of hindsight, I want that roll-out floor-mat piano like I've never wanted anything in my life. Why is this always how I make my choices?
So here I am at work, sitting on the sloping sides of the huge fountain in