Miscellanea from my world o' fun

This is the kindest thing Rebecca has said to me in a while:

"I always thought--you know, when you go all crazy to my friends and random people and stuff--I always think that if I didn't know you I'd want to stay far away from you. Because I'd think you were some mass murderer or something."

That reminds me. I was in the grocery store parking lot about an hour ago, and there was a guy pushing his carriage to the returned carriages portal. He was pushing it with both hands and carrying his keys in his mouth. I looked closely to see if it was in fact keys or a goatee, but it was definitely keys. The funny thing was that once he'd gotten rid of the carriage, he stuck his hands in his pockets, and kept carrying the keys in his mouth on his way back to his car.

Comments

[pierre l]

1.

and when he got back to his car, he probably searched his pockets to try and find his keys.

[Debra Hamel]

2.

Heh. It's times like that that I should carry my Flip Video camera.

[Clare D]

3.

Or perhaps he was practising being a dog. You never know.

[Alex M.]

4.

That was a funny one. :))

[Debra Hamel]

5.

:)

[Eric the blogless]

6.

Cart, Debra, CART!!!

You share this world with us. You have to learn the terminology.

Is the Bec back in the stage of rampant rebellion, overproduction of sexual hormones, and an eagerness to experiment with drugs?

I'm there!

[Debra Hamel]

7.

Hmmm. Thinking about this "cart" business. I'll get back to this.