I got to work a little later than I expected today, because there was a car, a black Mercedes-Benz coupe, no less, stuck in traffic a couple of cars ahead of me at an intersection. I was going to back up and get around him, but there was someone right behind me and I figured out what I really needed to do was to put on my 4-ways, get out, and help the guy push his car out of the road. After we got it to the lot of a conveniently located convenience store, he said he’d run out of gas. I figured he’d be OK and headed back to my car. He seemed to be a bit confused, so I drove around the block and drove him to the gas station. I guess the new Benzes light the dash red when they’re close to out of gas and he was waiting for just that. In any case, it turns out his car was a company car. He works for Daimler, who bought out Freightliner, here in Portland.

I got to work only about 15 minutes late, and I was trying to wipe out my karma by singlehandedly eating all the candy my old boss has in his cube for bribes. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the stamina or the desire to eat much candy and I failed. Ah well.

I did finally find macaroni and cheese at The New Old Lompoc tonight. I bet I made up for all the calories I expended at the gym in the past week with that.