No, I'm not pregnant! Well, 86%-98% probably not, anyway...But someone might be...and sadly was desperate enough to use the test in or near in the parking lot by Coldstone Ice Cream. Or at least just Vallejo enough to leave the box in the parking space along with a drink cup from L&L Hawaiian Barbeque and a container from Coldstone. Yes, as I often do, I did my civic duty - picked up the trash, watching the other patrons' gazes drop to the E.P.T. box in my hand as I walked toward the trash. I made sure to make direct eye contact with each of them, tempted to squeal, "It's negative!" to some and "It's positive!" to others. I threw away my disgusting cargo. Then I patiently panicked until I got to a place where I could wash my hands.
Now, I would much rather go to the Dairy Queen on Springs Road than to Coldstone in the Costco/PepBoys/Marshall's and Ross/Chevy's area. Yeah, it's also a chain, but somehow it feels more home-towny and I somehow feel more righteous at DQ buying a simple, reasonably sized (and priced) sundae with chocolate and marshmallow sauces. Plus, at DQ, you expect a certain level of that V-Town atmosphere, because it's right there. In Vallejo. But overpriced, conglomerate ice cream was better than no ice cream on this hot evening...Perhaps I should just appreciate that someone brought a bit of Vallejo to our version of Any Town (but No Town), U.S.A.
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