Blues: if you were sitting in a laundromat long enough you'd eventually read the Readers Digest too.
Come to think of it this reminds me of an incident when an accident at the wilderness school on the rez had news media all over. The school had to post a guard to turn the media around about 2 miles out of the camp, and by the time I ( I was Tribal Compliance Officer and the Tribe's Licensing Dept. And Investigator, and... ) drove thru, the guard was going nuts doing nothing and asked I had anything to read? Well, I searched all over the cab of my pickup, behind the seat, under the seat, glove compartment etc., and all I could find were magazines*. Not a thing to read.
*should note here that a drug plane and I had mistaken each other for someone else a few months earlier on a remote part of the rez. So anyway the magazines weren't Playboy and Newsweek and National Geographic but a mix of AK, AR15, Thompson, Uzi, M1 Carbine, M14... so that whatever I decided to put behind the seat in the morning I'd have ammo for it if the circumstances arose.
And Blues? You just ended up reminding me of the khuks I took up to the Khonvention nearly 3 1/2 weeks ago. I just went out and brought them in. With all the others around the house I'd plumb forgot leavin' 'em out there.
( Oh, BTW, eat your heart out Blues - I just counted 3 Sirupatis, & 2 AK's, and that's just the 12"ers! VESEG )