Today’s story revolves around this. |
So, this is the post I planned to write yesterday, detailing to you the magnificent details of the latest issue of Newsweek. I fully anticipated a 1960’s theme and lots of Mad Men glitz to take over my afternoon, causing me to drool into the crevices of the very keyboard that I’m using to type to you all right now.
Well, I got to the drug store, and they didn’t have it. Okay, not a huge deal; I was getting some exercise, and it was only the first store on the list. Attempt number two: stop by the gas station on the way back.
At Kroger, I briefly skimmed the cash register news stands before heading to the magazine section in the middle of the store. My eyes darted left and right, searching for those white block letters encased in the all-too-familiar red title box. Then, I found it right there in front of me. Newsweek. With some big-headed guy named Dave looking up at me.
What the heck, Kroger?! |
Two different issues of Newsweek–last week’s and the issue from the week before.
Someone’s playing a very cruel joke on me.