Stop This Train

This certainly has been an interesting day, though I might not get it all in because my mind is not free like some. I wish I could just let go and blog, but something's missing.

Anyway, while the coffee maker was doing its thing and I was in the shower this morning, my wonderful machine was retrieving the latest John Mayer album, Continuum. It started in the car this morning on my 1.5-hour-long-trip with the single ("Wating on the World to Change"), and I was delighted with the rest of it (I cried toward the end of "Stop this Train.")

When I finished my work up north, I started back to the office. I stopped in Tifton at the mall to pick up the actual CD and a copy of the latest Rolling Stone. I read somewhere there was an interview with John in it. The following is my story:

[Ben walks into Sam Goody and is greeted by the idiot]

Idiot: "Can I help you, sweetie?"
Ben: "Do you have a copy of Rolling Stone?"
Idiot: "Is it something new, or has it been around a while?"
Ben: "It's a magazine."

She led me to the back of the store to where the rack was, and couldn't find it. I picked it up from under her nose. "I got it. Thanks. I also need a copy of Continuum."

For a magazine that's been in publication for 39 years, it somehow has escaped the people down here. This is the place where I live. Please stop this train.

I should be posting a review of Continuum later in the week. I have heard it about five times, but I haven't looked at the cover insert yet.