Tuesday, September 15, 2009

When the Cheese hits the Floor

So this has been nagging on me for a while, and I figured I should post it poorly rather than not at all.
A couple weekends back, m'lady and I took a light breakfast at Julius Meinl. Seated next to us was a later-middle-aged couple. The woman was European and obviously thrilled that this was a European cafĂ© and not just a coffee shop. She was so European she got one of those soft boiled eggs that comes in an egg stand and the diner has to chop the shell open—scalping it in a fashion.
If I recall correctly there was toast and coffee and some emmentaler cheese. There was definitely cheese, at least for a moment. Then there was an, "Oops."
I understand picking up after yourself, even some spills. However, I have never (nor do I ever expect to again) seen a patron take something that fell on the floor and take it to the restroom to wash it off. Let that visual sit in your head for a moment.
(I'm just text, so I've got all the time in the world)
This woman:
1) picked her cheese off the floor.
2)Went with it to the restroom.
3)Washed it off.
4)Brought it back.
5)Ate the cheese.

I challenge you to try the same. Here are the steps for those of you not paying attention.
  1. Go to a restaurant.
  2. Order something. Preferably cheese.
  3. Drop the cheese portion on the floor.
  4. Pick up this cheese.
  5. Carry this cheese to the restroom.
  6. Wash the cheese off. (If you use soap, please rinse the cheese)
  7. Return to your table with your cheese, now clean, slightly soggy.
  8. Attempt to dry off your cheese. (Dabbing with towel or napkin recommended. Blowing looks silly)
  9. Eat your cheese.
I hope this was worth it for some cheese. Some floor cheese. Time for some hand sanitizer.

Sunday, September 06, 2009

Ignorance is Bliss

I recently purchased a new phone on a new carrier with a new number. In the past couple months I've received an interesting array of phone calls and texts from folks whom I don't recognize.
I will here share with you their misguided misadventures for my own benefit. Karma don't fail me now:
1) If you're interested in being cast in Jay-Z and Fat Joe Music videos, modeling for Ardyss Cosmetics or being cast in "Breaking Dawn" of the Twilight Saga, feel free to contact sms_casting@exploretalent.net. To date, they've sent me a text message a week. I never signed up. But if you want to harass their email, by all means. If you need to break up the waiting for an appointment with a doctor or parole officer, go ahead and give them a call at 323-978-4000. I'm sure they'd love to hear from you.

2) A local (847) wondered on September 3rd "why did [I] dick [him] over for some ugly ass dude." They also called twice more at 8:45 and 11:20. I tend not to answer calls I don't know because if it's important they'll leave a message. But then again, if I did dick someone over for some ugly ass dude, I hope the ugly ass dude paid me well. I don't dick people over for free.

3) A (773) number wondered if I was Michelle. Then asked, "Yo, Abello! What's the haps?" Then two days later, they were less excited to get in my pants (I assume) because I got just a "Hey."
Poor person–Just looking for a booty call with Michelle. I hope they meet someday and I can facilitate it.

4) Once a week, sometimes twice, I get a call from (530) 767-1234. I usually ignore, it but sometimes I answer only to be disconnected. If they call back again next week, I'm going to report them on the Do Not Call registry. You have to wait 30 days after registering, but I think this is a special case.

5) This was my favorite, because it went to my old phone, which for some dumb reason I'm still paying for. But in a way, I think it payed off.
"I'm confused. About a month ago you said you wanted to use Dad's savings to buy a retirement condo somewhere warm. Then you said you would be willing to use It to help Aaron have a place to live in Arcata. Now you & Scott decided that Dad's savings should go to buy property on Flathead lake. Why are you & Scott making all the decisions?"
There are so many details in there that you can almost piece together a whole soap opera from that one message. Sadly I couldn't send it to my new phone for posterity because one carrier limits the number of characters you can send to another carrier. Jerks. Probably a reason why I left.
What I wonder about the last one is, "What happens if I call them back?" Should I let them know that Scott & I have now decided to move to Indiana and Chicago respectively to see if we can work things out? Should I tell them that Aaron's dead and won't need the place in Arcata? Or should I call the number direct saying that your viral marketing ploy worked and I am definitely interested in property on Flathead lake, you're a realtor, right?

It's amazing how technology can bring us together, so that in one united voice we can stand as one togethery group and ask, "Why'd you dick me over for some ugly ass dude?"

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Does a new phone equal a resurgance in blogging?? We shall see........

Sunday, March 08, 2009

The UC

We showed up, but why didn't the Hawks?

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Testing mic check 1 2

Testing mic check 1 2

Monday, September 01, 2008

One Sweet Ride

Where's my little debbys?

Friday, May 30, 2008

Two Happy Customers

All the ex-girlfriends now have worms. Thank you The Kids in the Hall!

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Where'd you go today?

17 mi. round trip or so.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

A sweet ride needs sweet lube.

Man, Little Debbie is a slut.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Irish Coffee?

The day after St. Patrick's Day near the Chicago River downtown.