Anecdotes and a Question

Hey, here's a small series of brief anecdotes because I feel like saying something but have nothing to say (would be the impetus behind the whole of the internet).

The Gentleman at Safeway
Last week, when Max and I adventured to Safeway for jalapeno Cheetoes, an elderly gentleman ahead of us in line proceeded to purchase a monster and some Doritos, then let us use his Safeway card to save 20 cents. He was a bit of a badass.

On Space and Time
I found something curiously romantic in a book about the theoretical nature of the universe (Fabric of the Cosmos by Brian Greene): "...long-range quantum mechanics can bypass spatial separation."

I'm Kind Of Mean
I made some girl cry in a discussion about The Grapes of Wrath in my American literature class. She supposed the evicted farmers (who had been on that land for about three generations) should have seen that their crops were failing and it was time to pack up shop and go somewhere else. I cut her off, incredulous, and said, "Go where?"

When my teacher pressured her to argue back with me, excited for a good debate, she throw up her hands and declared that, no, she was done. And then the tears. I am still confounded.

Young Joseph Stalin Was Pretty Hot

1902 was a good year for him.

I Got in a Car Accident and Neglected to Tell You
It was late March, and the Idaho skies decided to snow on a day that was really too warm for snow, such that it was slushy and slick and awful.

At this intersection, south-bound traffic has a left turn yield light. I was north-bound, on my green light. The lady at the left turn yield decided to stop yielding while I was in the middle of the intersection. We were both fortunate that conditions were poor enough that I was only going about 20, maybe 25, and she was going slowly as well. I jerked my car to the left to keep her from hitting my driver's side door, which she was beelining for, and she collided with the hood of my car instead.

We were both just fine. My car was not. I could barely open my door, my engine was making this weird hissing noise, things clanged when I petered out of the intersection and into a nearby parking lot.

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The girl who hit me was only twenty years old. Her name was Amy. She was anxious and nice. I bought us Starbucks (her a coffee and me hot chocolate because I hate their coffee) and spilled mine because I was shaking pretty hard from cold and adrenaline. But they made me a new one for free.

Also, a bit funny: when the insurance company was assessing the value of the car, they tried to reduce it for stains on the ceiling caused by my coffee flying everywhere upon impact.

Tumble What?
The tumblr confuses me. Is there some corner of it for words-oriented people that I'm missing? Right now it's like pictures! gifs! fandom! hipsters! and I am very much disinterested, even though I would really like to like tumblr.