On Saturday morning after I rinsed with Listerine there was so much blood when I spat it out. After a long and meandering drive I ended up at one place which was recommended to me by 1-800-DENTIST. They said they did Humana but weren't one of their preferred providers which means I'd have to pay more.
I gave up.
For a moment I considered the act of sitting down and watching TV to be a pleasant diversion. Thank goodness for internet and videogames to take my mind of such nonsense. Plus I don't have the ability to acquire any television signal at the moment.
Almost everything was on sale by Paragon Management. Their ubiquitous blue signs with "PARAGON MANAGEMENT" in Palatino or some Times serif font studded with a single red star were in front of most of the old motels. Some of the signs had white stars.
Of course these old motels from the 50's were going to be refurbished and sold as six-figure condominiums to people who can't afford the mortgage and get cycled back into the market through foreclosure. Wildwood was becoming an elite and expensive resort town rather than a nice beach town that's affordable for everyone.
While I'm wandering around the town, ruefully shaking my head at the real estate boom, a fat girl in a modern, gray car pulls up alongside me. On the sides of her car are "AA99" that I decipher as having something to do with the impending apocalypse.
Inside the car I see it has British steering on the right hand side. She thinks I'm a gigolo and launches into a spiel about salvation through submission to her God's will.