One night, I was
frantically battling against a
deadline for a
coding project. I ran out of
caffeine at the last minute. And when I say
ran out, I mean.. nothing... no
coffee, no
anything. It being 3 AM in
Pittsburgh, there was nothing in the
general vicinity open besides a Wal-Mart about 20 minutes away. So I set out, hoping to lay in a goodly supply of
caffeinated materials.
Arriving, I expected to see the store virtually
deserted. Instead, I notice that the store is more
crowded than it was during my only
previous visit, at around 8 PM. It was filled with whole families doing what seemed like their
weekly shopping,
filling cart after cart after cart, chattering in their
Appalacian patois.
Feeling rather
out of place, I clutched my
Mountain Dew and made for the
checkout.
So this is how it feels when doves cry.