November 2003 Archives

I haven't written about this yet? Friday, we went out to breakfast, me, Jessica, and her family. After we ordered, but before our food came, a woman, family in tow, silently vomited just inside the restaurant, splashing on the door, people's coats, and all over the floor. Then she left, and one of the extremely good-natured waitresses promptly cleaned it up. Strange, but possible. Even forgettable. But she came back, she and her family, sat down, and ate a whole plate of food.

For the record: If you are so sick you can't even get outside to puke, you are too sick to sit down in a public place and eat a meal. Go home.

Ryan and I have taken to parking his car in as obnoxious a way as possible -- at an angle, across multiple spots, in front of the office door, in other people's customary spots. I'm intrigued by how antisocial this behavior is considered to be. My job is located in a part of the world where there are more parking spots than people, by far. Our "office park" has a huge excess of parking. Nevertheless, "funny parking," as I call it, is considered an offense that only the mentally retarded or criminally incompetent might commit.

C'mon, everybody, let's funny park!

Rendered temporarily speechless by "P.B. Slices" — "P.B. Slices makes peanut butter easy to eat."

They're Kraft Singles-style peanut butter slices. I find them disturbing. Read more at their web site.