Hooters

Y'all probably thought I was going to talk about Hooters and Wings. No, this post is about a very special hooter from my youth. I learned how to read time using the toy pictured above when I was 3-4-5 who knows...YOUNG. I went to a vintage shop this weekend and found this, to my surprise, sitting on a shelf right next to the entrance. I almost plotzed. I haven't seen this thing since the mid-80's. Oh, nostalgia...

Would you like a byag?

Every morning, upon entering my office building I pass by the exact same newsstand to pick up my breakfast. Usually, I grab a banana, some plain yogurt and a Redbull. Each day the woman behind the register asks me: a) "Would you like a byag" (bag) b) "a spooun" and never hooks up napkins. My response to these questions is always the same, "yes, yes". I'm saying, does she expect me to juggle the items upstairs and then eat the yogurt with my fingers? Furthermore, I've been in there everyday for months, at the same bat-time on the same bat-channel. Cut me some slack lady, please. Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut-it and send me on my way.

Why, Oh Why?...

...Could this not have been the response to the blatant failures and continuing dishonesty of the Bush Administration. Oh latency, how America loves you so...