Today? I can't lay out a normal day or the 999 situations that might develop.
An example: you'd walk into a Burger King at 10 PM back in 1986, and knew that you could order the menu selection...walk back to the eating area, and knew you could sit there with your associate and have the burger and a discussion in peace.
Today? There's a 10-percent chance that some drunk idiots will wander into the BK....start a riot or fight with the BK staff, and the physical violence tumbles over into the eating area....where your associate clobbers some dude's girlfriend in the mix of this situation.
An example: you could walk over to some Philly cafe to have a 7 PM wine with flirty gal, and this BLM crew comes through and tries to intimidate everyone seated and trigger a riot.
An example: you could be seated on a plane....ready to fly out, and this one guy is seated next to a gal with a MAGA-hat on. She wants him removed from the plane. The Stewardess eventually decides that the lady herself (not the MAGA-hat guy) is the one who has to be removed. So you sit there for 30 minutes....idlily. Then the Fed-Cop enters and drags the lady off the plane.
Just in the average life of a low-key....low-stress guy, there's now around a dozen scenarios per day....which aren't predictable anymore.
You could be at the local gas station and some whacked-out meth gal comes in with a knife and attempting to kill you because you look like her 3rd husband.
You could be at the local ice cream hut and some argument starts up between two black gals and they start wrestling around you while you've only had two licks off the cone so far.
You could be at some bar where two drunk women have started up a physical fight...mostly off a discussion about Bernie Sanders version of socialism and how one is not as deeply enthusiastic about the other's dedication to socialism....with zero sense to this discussion.
We older guys grew up in a very predictable lifestyle. You could toss the average day to us and the only weird scenarios that would come out.....a blown-out tire, a transmission failure, or some weird lusty wink from the Marathon gas station gal.
On an expedition vacation of four days to the Ozarks, we might have experienced some lousy food....maybe some drunk guy's wife beating the fire out him in the front yard....or some car fire at a grocery parking lot. It was a limited list.
Today? There's a thousand potential extra scenarios. You might even be standing in a Piggly Wiggly parking lot where some gal has emerged from her car from a 'bath salts' drug experience and completely naked. You try to imagine the last time that you saw something like this, but just can't remember such an event.
You could be in some gas station about to pay for your fuel, and there's some lady who just entered....hyped-up on some illusionary situation and talking away about this group of four demons at her gas pump. You kinda stop in mid-sentence with 'Donny' (the clerk) and listening to two minutes of non-stop chatter.....over demon 1, 2, 3, and 4. At some point, you even ask the lady if these demons are dressed in demon attire or regular clothing. 'Donny' just wants you to pay, and the demon-lady to leave.
So where does this path lead onto? Some Stephen King-like lifestyle where it's more unpredictable than predictable?
