While downtown I picked up a copy of The Observer, and noticed a story about the school district honoring military members at a ceremony in two weeks. This wasn't news to me, as my parents had asked for information about it; in fact, my name was printed in the list of members serving. The article mentioned how most of the members were either serving in Iraq or had recently returned. It occurred to me that one of the reasons why I joined the Navy instead of the Army or the Marines was to decrease the probability that I'd be toting a gun in Iraq. Those who do have my admiration. Especially considering that many of them get less in pay and benefits than me, for doing much more arduous work.
Today I went to Wal-Mart and bought, among other things, the first three seasons of Seinfeld on DVD, which were released today. I anticipate snapping up the entire series as it is released, however long that may take.
On my way back, I attempted to cash in on a scratch-off lottery ticket, and once again, I was asked for ID. This first happened over a year and a half ago. I'm now more than twenty-three and a half years old. I provide my military ID, the woman tries to scan it to verify my age, and wonders why it doesn't work. I then realize she's trying to scan my driver's license, so I give her that. I'm never going back to that King Kullen for lottery tickets.