This Week: Killer Fritters, Fortune Cookie Madness, and Bathroom Blues

Did you want the unpleasant observation first, or the good one?

Let's just get the toilet talk out of the way, so we don't have an unpleasant smell in our mouths after reading.  Let's dispose of it, as you will!

Bathroom Blues

I am convinced that there is something written on my shoe that tells people upon entering the bathroom, to "please use the stall next to me".

Now, if people gotta go, then you gotta go but when there is one empty bathroom and I am the only one occupying one stall of ten, why do people think it is okay to take the stall next to mine? Are you lonely? Is my shoe directing you to do such thing? Because I know it isn't written on my face that you should join me since you can't see it.  It must be my evil shoe luring all like a Siren with its evil Siren song!

Killer Fritters

Earlier this week, we got wind (thanks to website midtownlunch.com) of something special being sold at Dean & Doluca near the job.  An apple fritter for $3.50 was the something special but not as special as it could be due to its not-hot-out-the-oil freshness, and warm goodness.

Another Bleck Bathroom Gripe (I realize the nastiness of the pun)

I will never understand the need to use a bathroom stall right next to an occupied bathroom stall in a bathroom full of empty bathroom stalls.

What's the joy in that? Do you think I want to hear your pees and/or unmentionables? Do you think I want to smell them? Do you like to smell mine? Please, spare you and myself the disgust of that.

It's just well gross.

Currently listening to: "New" by No Doubt. Shocking? Yeah but that's the time period Gwen had talent. Oh wait, maybe that was all the other members of the band that carried her. Yeah, that makes sense.
I wouldn't mind singing this on "Rock Band"...