Of Townies and Mel Brooks

I had been told that the non-college residents of Grove City PA affectionately known as "Townies" were strange. Nowhere is this more evident than the two town hotspots: Sheetz gas station and Walmart.

I saw the same two girls (I use the term loosely; its difficult to discern age in this neck of rural Pennsylvania) dressed as goth rednecks first at Sheetz then at Walmart the next day. My running theory is there are only 30 or so actual inhabitants in Grove City. They just spend their Twilight Zone-esque existence shuttling between gas stations and Walmarts.

Furthermore the checkout lady looked like the secretary from Monsters Inc. 

On a widely unrelated note, I rewatched "Robin Hood Men in Tights" the other night and was largely disappointed. The pleasant nostalgia of watching a movie so revered in my middle school years was not enough to overcome the sheer silliness nor quell the urge to stuff the protagonist's smug little mustache down his throat. That being said, a young Dave Chapelle in Air Jordan sneakers and medieval garb was pretty sweet.