Anyone else like the smell of gas fumes as a child?

I was at a gas station getting mentally prepared to pay for my $40 quarter tank of gas, when I was doing my usual lap around the store. I always check out the little trinkets and check out the newest crap they can find to slap on Dale Ernhardt Jr.'s Number, or what cutting edge new design they can dream up for a lighter. My most recent favorite lighters are the ones that are micro-torches, as opposed to regular lighters. And when I say "favorite" I mean "I hate them 'cause I've burnt myself with them at least twice." In case you're not familiar with what I'm talking about these lighters don't give the little yellow flame, but instead an powerful, invisible, roaring one that reminds me of a fighter jet engine. Of course my first encounter with one of these I just HAD to put my finger over the spot where I thought the flame should have been, only to lose the first 2 layers of skin on my fingertip.

The only other item of note I've seen in the trinket section was just two days ago, when I came across some more of those infamous rubber bracelets. They're not even trying anymore, this one just said "Support a Cure." Pick a cure, any cure, and that's where you can pretend the money for this bracelet went! *sigh* Yeah, a small percentage of the profits probably went to something admirable... but they're no denying its just someone trying to jump on the money making machine that is "The Rubber Bracelets."

Finally, I came across the magazine racks. This was a little while ago, but still relevant. After a few moments of seeing whats going on in every hobby known to man, I came across the filth section. No, not the black-bagged pornos, those are "Highlights" magazines compared to what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the Media Gossip Magazines. The "Who Wore What Where" magazines and the "Who Went With Whom" Scandals. And in usual fashion I read all of the headlines on the cover. Didn't take me more than a few seconds to realize that I had been underestimating these magazines all along. I was speechless. That ill-fated day, that day that will live in personal infamity, I will always remember that gas station as being where I was when I found out: "Brad admits that last few days were a Living Nightmare!!"

I wanted to grab the slightly elderly lady next to me who was also reading over a similar magazine and shake her. "ARE YOU HAPPY NOW??" But that wouldn't be enough, I would need to run out into the parking lot and shout to the world "IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR AMERICA?! NOW ARE YOU SATISFIED?!" Seriously, is the general American public just SO miserable that they couldn't stand hearing about a civil and decent seperation between two people? Everyone wanted to hear how bad it was for ol' Brad and Jen... and now they got it.

Sometimes, I can't stand people.

P.S. I'll respond to all of your political suggestions and such tomorrow, I must weigh these things carefully you know.