A jaunt to the printer

I have an interview tomorrow, so I spent most of today getting my portfolio ready. (My overhauled web site doesn't match the portfolio at all, but, oh well. At the moment I don't have $100 to drop on a reprint.)

Ian drove me to the semi-local printer, OfficeMax (yes, sad, I know, but it's the closest place that will print 11x17 without making me buy 300 copies), so I could print a customized cover page for the portfolio. When we walked up, he noticed a sticker that said "HSM Security" on the window. Now of course, thanks to Calah, we automatically associate any instance of "HSM" with that obnoxiously bubbly and completely unrealistic movie "High School Musical." Thus we determined that OfficeMax was guarded by an army of off-key high schoolers who would jump off the roof and start singing and dancing if you stole something. 

Then we went to Kmart in the mall. Yes, Kmart is one of the mall's anchor stores, and it is…I don't even know. Creepy? They sell Nathan's hot dogs and fruit smoothies in a modified hot dog cart in the lingerie department. 

But don't worry, if hot dogs aren't your thing, you can choose from sixteen different kinds of beef jerky in the checkout lane:

If that doesn't tell you something about where I live, then I don't know what does.