The clerk at the local Yahtzeebrand is really starting to grate. Every trip across the street to refuel on crucial Merlot is now met with a lecture on the aspects of Nihilism and why it is the One Ultimate Truth.

I suspect Yahtzeebrand management has been cutting its personnel’s Prozac rations in a cost-saving tactic. A short sighted measure. Grocery shopping and the ambience of a Leonard Cohen concert do not combine well, as a general principle.

Something must be done. Tempted to suggest to Edward that he slips one of his cards in with his change and ordain him as a Pope of Discordianism on the sly.