I messed up the world this morning. Things changed, and I had a hand in it. I walked up the wrong side of the street and noticed signs I'd never read. People were dancing and prancing, doing exercises; I'd never seen that gym from the sidewalk before. A man delivering Arizona Iced Tea on a dolly dropped cases of glass that crashed and splashed on the concrete. "Fuck!" he screamed. (On the streets of New York, go figure!)
Maybe 15 seconds later a little girl defied her father, complaining that her brother -- who was a step or two ahead of them both -- got away with too much. "But Sarah?" her father said. I walked on; this is a domestic case. I went into the deli and ordered oatmeal instead of the egg sandwich. Better for the cholesterol levels, I decided.
"Oatmeal?" the cashier asked?
"Yes."
"Anything on it?"
"No."
"Dollar fifty."
I spilled some oatmeal when I opened the container. And the oatmeal was bland and mucky. I poured two sugars into it to give it some flavor. I should have gotten raisens at the deli, but I was too cheap. Some things never change.
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Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
Chapter 54.15: Year of the Dolphin
Apparently 2007 has been designated the year of the dolphin by the UN Convention on Migratory Species. Though the football team in Miami hasn't been able to capitalize on this yet, I hope lives of our finny friends from the deep improve this year and throughout the future. Mackerel for everyone!
Chapter 54.1: Out With the Old
Coming into work this morning, I was surprised at how many Christmas trees I saw ditched onto the sidewalk already. Even more surprising, however, was how dry and decrepit many looked. They were almost denuded of needles. What do people use on their trees, agent orange?
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