Kids these days...
This morning, after failing to secure Cubs tickets for the NLDS, I was walking to the store to buy something to cook up for lunch. In front of my building, on the sidewalk, was a tatered sign saying "Will you go to HC (homecoming?) with me" and a discarded bra, both of which were covered in one or more automobile tire tracks. Sure, this is a simple sign of good 'ol fashioned high school fun, but tire tracks? On the sidewalk? Oh the things I can apparently sleep through...