Won't Get Fooled Again


So I'm standing in line at a famous Canadian coffee franchise, and being in a lineup there is not uncommon if you know what I'm talking about. I think about how sports can be a good indicator of how corporations in North America look at loyalty these days. I think about how my favourite team is going bankrupt and they are having their best year. I think that this is all boring so I put my hands in my pockets and start looking around and again my mind reverts back to the fact that my university education prepared me for these lineups. Look here: there were lineups to get into bars, lineups for admissions, lineups to see my grades on the wall, lineups for getting food, and the lineup for my ex-girlfriend's room while I was out of town. And I don't understand the fact we repeatedly drink black sludge like coffee and cola to begin with, but then again, I tell myself that I don't need to understand some things. THANKS FOR JOINING US [insert name]. In the damn lineup I hear a conversation from a future bride and groom (I presume they were the bride and groom, I don't check for the actual facts as much anymore either) and they ask me if they could get away being stoned or drunk during their ceremony. I tell them, sure they can. Their glossy eyes can be masked to their relatives by perceptions of being tired from sleepness nights of preparation, or they can use the tears of joy excuse. If they feel light headed from the hallucinogens, they can blame it on the grandeur of the day. The happy couple were pleased and gave me an honourary invite to their big day. Thanks for joining us [insert name]. I then inquire to them about why of all people, they picked me for advice on being intoxicated for their wedding day. In case you're wondering, after the long wait in the lineup, I ordered a large coffee and a donut. Remember, just the facts, ma'am. Just the facts, people.