Anyone know how many calories are burned while avoiding danger? If not calories, maybe good karma points? In either case, I hope it’s plenty.
I decided to take advantage of mild temps and peek-a-boo sunshine to walk down to Subway for a turkey sandwich. Sounds lovely, doesn’t it? Well, look at what jumped out at me on the way:
Oh no! I forgot about the Girl Scouts! Some of ya’ll will remember that I narrowly escaped these beasts of Satan little cuties last year. Apparently, word of my avoidance leaked out (perhaps they’re spying on me here?), and they escalated their campaign this year by doing this:
They put photos of the cookies on the signs!! How despicable is that! These people have no shame!
But they don’t know me very well, do they? I sailed right by, slowing down only to collect pictorial evidence of the crime scene, and continued my trek toward turkey sustenance.
And that’s when I spotted this new threat, right next door to my neighborhood Subway:
A Mexican restaurant! Practically in my front yard!! Cheesy, spicy goodness that I have to pass to get to Subway or Kroger. My life is ruined!
Or maybe not. After all, I’ve avoided (more like delayed) going to the new Mexican restaurant that opened a mile or so away, and they’ve been open for months. Of course, we’re also separated by a few hundred houses, and I don’t pass it every time I travel south from my house.
Oh well, I’ll just have to map out routes that always take me north. Or work out a whole lot more. 
Okay, enough Sunday silliness from me. I hope you’ve had as wonderful a weekend as I have, and that you avoided the dangers of modern life!
