In Search of Excellence

Globally speaking, strange things are (indeed) afoot at the Circle K. Sometimes, when I fill my gas tank, I imagine Bill and Ted’s magical crackling telephone booth teleporter touching down on the sweltering pavement nearby. The thrill of possibility shocks my socks off. Would I accompany William S. Preston, Esquire and Ted “Theodore” Logan back in time? In a heartbeat. Dial up 1987 or 1989, and I’d be gone. Not forever, but certainly for a nice long visit. Instead, I tighten the gas cap, drive away, and wonder if people will ever learn to be excellent to each other again.