Well, it can’t all be perfect here in Tucson. I realized yesterday that I have two major gripes:

  • What the hell is it with everything closing early? I went out the other night to try and get a paint roller to help apply the weatherproofing to the backyard climbing wall (I would have said “backyard woody”, but I know Robn would have had a field day with that), and the hardward store closed at 6? Luckily there was a Target down the road, and I just barely squeaked in the door before they closed as well. AT SEVEN FUCKING O’CLOCK!!! What if I need some Target-ey goodness at 9? Boned.
  • Most of the major thoroughfares around town are 3 lanes each way. A rational person would think that the left-hand lane might be for, oh, I don’t know… passing people or something. Oh, no… not in Tucson. All three lanes move at exactly the same maddening pace; one mile an hour under the speed limit. Looks like I’ll have to brush up on my slaloming skills.