Various Tidbits For Your Delight

Biscuits in Love

It's bad enough St. Valentine's Day (aka Single Awareness Day) is coming up, and I already feel like a mess, but now we single folk have a new reason to stick our heads in the oven (no pun intended) .... friggin' biscuits come in pairs now! I, for one, do not need to see a commerical about biscuits coupling and making the "perfect portion," while I'm in my pajamas, with Noxema on my face, eating a Ho-Ho and watching Grey's Anatomy, by myself. I'll wait until they come out with "Third Wheel" biscuits before I purchase another Pillsbury product - Take that you giggling, pasty, white
piece of talking dough!

Nachos/Chips Fiasco

After bowling yesterday, JohnPaul and I went to get some margaritas at a nearby Mexican restaurant. The bartender gave us complimentary chips and salsa. When JP and I were ready for our chip basket to be replenished, JP picked up the basket and said to the bartender, "Can we have more nachos?" The bartender responds, "You mean chips, right? Because nachos have stuff on them, and chips are just plain." JP says, "Yes, so chips then," and then he looks at me and says, "Now, you know we just had plain chips, so why she had to go all into the description of nachos and chips? If we had chips to begin with, and we're waving the basket around, obviously we mean we want more of what we just had!" And, then we had two more margaritas.

Get Up Out My Face

After the gym this evening, I jumped on my bus and headed home. The M14A was surprisingly spacious at this time, which was great; I grabbed a single seat in the back and turned on my mp3 player. Two stops later, a man with a few bags boards the bus, and comes right over to where I am sitting. He places his bags on the floor and grabs the pole above my head to steady himself. Ummm, why are you all up in my face, sir? There are plenty of seats for you to choose from - so choose one! What made it even worse was he smelled like a long day, and a carton of Marlboro cigarettes. The chick in the single seat in front of me noticed this as well, and had to cover her nose with her pretty striped scarf. When it is rush hour, and crowded, the personal space rule frequently gets broken; that's understandable. But, on a roomy bus, with lots of seats ... Get the hell out of my space! Did you want to listen to my mp3 player too? I doubt it, because I might be the only New Yorker who listens to 80's Duran Duran, and Michael Buble on the same playlist. Shush up! "Hungry like the Wolf" will never be out of style! Rooooar!