Can't Think Of Anything Mind Blowing To Write Here

hi Gentle Readers:

I was at the homeless shelter today (the Bridge on Corsicana Street in downtown Dallas), volunteering. While I was standing near the librarian's desk, a man (maybe in his mid-60s, with gray hair, wearing a striped shirt) came up to the desk. This is what transpired:
Curious Man: How many days is it until the 24th?
Me: What?
Curious Man: How many days is it until the 24th?
Me: (Looking at the calendar on my phone) It's 12 days until the 24th.
Curious Man: 12 days?
Me: Yes, 12 days. (Now the curious man started to look very disappointed).
Me: Why, what happens on the 24th?
Curious Man (walking out of the library): I get my check !!
After this: I stared at the back of the curious man, envisioning him wiling away the hours until the blissful 24th of June.
A friend told me about the band The National. No, I have not listened to a single song on any of their albums yet, but that does not mean you should not visit them on Wikipedia (they are from Cincinnati, Ohio): www.wikipedia.org/thenational
Other than that, the latest update: only recent occurrence bugging me is encountering babyish-acting people. I'm not sure if this expresses it enough. I will try to express this sentiment better next time.
Go and ride a bike. Or, pick a flower.

It's up to you, damnit! I'm just the innocent blogger.

Peace,

Alice