I'm sitting at the computer with my pants unbuttoned. Oh no, not for the reason you think. I just ate so much turkey, stuffing, potatoes and other crap, that I'm about to explode. Even though it's hours after the fact, I feel like I'm not going to eat for the next two days.

Of course, tomorrow morning I'll eat a bagel and cream cheese first thing.

My Thanksgiving was at a friends house. A group of writers that sometimes bore me with all the talk about writing.

I hadn't planned on even going into that, though. Because I've found, when people tell me about what they did on Thanksgiving, its a lot like dreams. They're really only interesting to you.

Unless someone was carving the bird and lost a digit...or an uncle got drunk and poured gravy on his head, the story probably isn't interesting.

When my friends and I left at around 10:00 p.m., I asked them to stop at an AM/PM off El Cajon Blvd.

We saw a few prostitutes, and we made jokes about whether or not they had Thanksgiving specials. And we turned into Beavis & Butthead as we talked about "stuffing the turkey" and various jokes with the word "basting." Hey, that's what a bunch of glasses of wine will do to ya.

I grabbed a Dr. Pepper, and noticed the line was about 8 people deep. And, this was the night that a new guy was being trained. I wouldn't mind that, but I had a car filled with people waiting for me.

The guy at the front of the line took about nine minutes. He had a bunch of old lottery tickets he wanted the cashier to check. I first thought about the old guy I heard about on CNN today. He's 70, and won a million dollars in the lottery. Your first instinct is to say "lucky bastard." But, it turns out, it really wasn't so much "luck". He said he has spent over $50,000 buying lottery tickets. I would say that makes the odds more stacked in his favor. He said he'll continue to buy those large amounts of lottery tickets.

After my mind drifted back to the guy in line, and the numerous questions he was asking the cashier, I thought about how this is a "convenient" store. We're supposed to be able to conveniently walk in, buy something that's priced twice as much as it would be at Ralph's, and then walk out.

When the guy finally left, the next guy wanted a few different cigars. As one that indulges in the stogies, I could appreciate that. But, this dude didn't know which kinds he wanted. I wanted to say "In that 10 minutes with the person in front of you, you couldn't decide what you'd be buying?" He ended up picking a few of the crappier brands.

The woman directly in front of me was a customer that no new employee wants to deal with. She was trying to hand him a twenty, and saying she wanted the smallest size drink. He kept asking her where the drink was, and she said "I want to pay for it now, then I'll walk over there and get it." I don't think he got it. Maybe he needed the item to scan it, or whatever. After they went back and forth, he finally gave her the $18.78 change.

When she walked over to the drink station, the trainer followed her. I figured he didn't trust the fact that she was going to buy the smallest drink.

Finally, after my transaction and what seemed like 15 or 20 minutes, we were on our way.

One of my friends (who like most of my friends, doesn't even read these blogs), said I better not blog about something they did at the dinner.

I said, "I'll just blog about idiots at convenient stores."

And, as I'm wrapping this up at 1:30 in the morning, I realize it's not even that interesting.

Oh well. I'll blame it on the stuff in turkeys that makes you sleepy.