A Game Called Chaos!

Being the first Tight-Arse Tuesday of the school holidays, work was intense today. By the time I left at 6, we'd had over twice the amount of patrons we would have for both the day AND night shift. What film drew this mass amount of people to the cinemas, you might ask.

Yes, I'm shocked too.

The good news was I was way too tired to get violently aggravated by all the incessant stupid questions ... although now I guess it was a bit of a catch-22 situation.

Since having posted about it yesterday, I've been ruminating some more on the Route 66 trip. I've come to an important decision.

I want to start the trip wearing a Chicago Cubs cap (as we'll be starting in Chicago);

I will then, somewhere in the mid-point of the journey, switch over to a black cowboy hat, preferrably after having some sort of life-changing hallucination in the middle of the desert (with accompanying Native American, if available);

Not only will this be reminiscent of Billy Crystal in City Slickers, it will also highly symbolise the growth I undergo as part of the journey. And it will look totally bad ass. (Or I'll look like a dumb tourist. Whichever).

Given the amount of thought I've put into this - followed by the actual act of going through with it - I give this entire scheme about a 6 on the fruitiness scale.