I’m pretty straight-edge. Sometimes ridiculously so: I normally try to avoid even caffeine. But early this afternoon, I felt really sluggish, and knew I had a lot of work to do.
So I gave in and bought a coffee and a Snickers.
Understand, dear reader, that for me this is the equivalent of a normal person going “hmm, I’ll just have a bit of heroin to get me through the day”. Yet I’ve just had the most productive few hours of my life.
This could be the start of something beautiful/horrible/tasty.
Or…you could always kill two birds with one stone. ;)
The boss walked into the office one morning not knowing his zipper was own and his fly area wide open. His assistant walked up to him and said, ‘This morning when you left your house, did you close your garage door?’ The boss told her he knew he’d closed the garage door and walked into is office puzzled by the question.
As he finished his paperwork, he suddenly noticed his fly was open and zipped It up. He then understood is assistant’s question about his ‘garage door.’ He headed out for a cup of coffee and paused by her desk to ask, ‘When my garage door was open, did you see my Hummer parked in there?’
She smiled and said, ‘No, I didn’t. All I saw was an old mini van with two flat tires.’
Thanks for the laugh, first thing in the morning. :)
My sister, who I’ve mentioned before, is in NYC for Fashion Week. Her show is tomorrow, but there was a pre-party at a loft in SoHo. The clothing designers she is sharing the show with were there, and she also brought some of her line.
So, she meets a young guy (who she said was darling, by the way) who wanted to be fitted for one of her hats. He hands her his card, and she sees the name ‘Eric Lodwick’.
I’d just spent some time with her in Portland, and I’d told her how much I loved tumblr, and how I’d found tumblr, got her to create her own tumblr, so she knew the name ‘Lodwick’.
I can just see her saying “Lodwick…where do I know that name from?”
Anyway, I love funny, weird little serendipitous moments like that.
“New Rule: The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole.
If you walk into a Starbucks and order a ‘decaf grandee, half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n’-Low, and One NutraSweet’…ooooh, you’re a huge asshole.”—George Carlin