Maybe, maybe not

I went downtown this afternoon—it's a good day for walking, warm but not to hot, windy but not in a Dallas sort of way (Dude, did you see those trailers flying around?)—and decided to stop at the earthy-crunchy wealthy-healthy store for a chocolate bar. It's a good place for buying chocolate if you have plenty of time to read the labels. I almost bought a bar that said chocolate-and-pepermint but then I noticed the label said "love poem inside" so I put that back, ick, and picked up one that said dark-chocolate-with-ginger-and-orange instead. Actually I'm a chocolate-chocolate kind of guy—I don't generally like chocolate with anything unless the anything is ice cream, of course—but I was rattled. The girl at the checkout counter (I say girl in my head but I know how horribly un-PC that is so I translate it and it comes out "young woman," but it really, this girl was 12 or maybe 25 at best) said—she said—it was a good choice and an "unbeatable combination." Maybe, maybe not. It is OK.

Also I saw my first top-down car of the season on the way home. I know, it was a lot warmer a couple of weeks ago but I just didn't see on then. This one was a red VW, and right behind it was the second top-down car of the season, a T-top Trans-Am. The Trans-Am looked a lot cooler but the VW was full of young women. I'm just saying. Also, it's Spring.