One of those obnoxious Paid-Volunteer-with-Clipboards-and-Binders was outside the grocery store the other afternoon, but she was the worst kind, the kind that looks like she represents more than just the organization so that when you snub her you feel like you're saying in your silence, "Why yes, I do hate the ozone, and Lesbians can suck it, too."

She had some terrible comment about second chances, and how often do you get those?

"Oh, Honey, every morning is a second chance," I thought. And I meant it.

Today I don't know if I believe that.