-Irish bars. They are the alcoholic version of McDonalds; no matter where you are in the world, you can count on finding an establishment with a standardized appearance and bad food full of obnoxious English speakers.
-Trying to find the organic market, giving up and going home, phoning them to see if they have been mysteriously taken over by a chain grocer, and discovering that you drove right past it. Twice.
-Losing my watch.
-Wasps that infiltrate my living room, leaving me to cower on the couch, paralyzed by fear of stings and indecision about what library book I should use to crush the invader.
Monday, September 19, 2005
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