Once again I had a craving for a cheese sandwich. Once again I slapped several slices on bread and once again took a big bite. Once again I had to spit it out. Who decided putting paper squares between slices was a good idea?
Who decides when to paint center lines on busy streets? Who determined all pustules are bad? Why are there no elegant stuffed animals? Why don't some people recognize they can't tell a joke?
What is more off putting than an untreated open cut? Why is all the important stuff on the top shelf? Are boutiques ever crowded? What is this impulse to join any line? Why am I lonely eating by myself at Subway, but not at Burger King?
How often should we update our nick knacks? Shouldn't there be some sort of signal at the mid-point of long speeches? Doesn't it seem like preambles are more interesting than what comes after?
How long can broccoli last in the wild?
These are the kind of questions that occur during a gas shortage and you're stuck home.
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