I got a sweet thing “to go” from no friction today – dig all this over-packaging! a bag, tin foil, wax paper, not to mention the wrapper
(this is the first in a long line of anachronistic posts – it’s actually been over a month since the last one! much has happened)
so, in desperation, sofie, dan and I went to red lobster since lobster mania was a bust – in hindsight, it’s probably better that we didn’t have lobsters at lobster mania since it would probably have been tough to manage for obvious reasons
the lobster was good, but not as good as I wanted it to be – I should’ve got the sampler like sophie did – dan, on some crazy diet, drank only a-1
I finally got to take sofie to kuma’s – she wasn’t that impressed – figures – she’s hard to impress
then we went to nandu for dessert – the waiter gave me this with my change
which is funny, but not nearly as funny as this
i had some interesting encounters during my layovers in atlanta – on the way to boston, I stopped to grab something to eat and decided to kick it old school and eat a mcdonald’s big breakfast (which I easily haven’t had in 10 years) – I ordered one and the woman, as if reading my mind says, “that doesn’t come with pancakes” and I check out the board, and she’s right – there’s a picture of it, and it’s got a biscuit instead of panflappies – so I order the deluxe breakfast which has them
when the hell did that happen? is that a southern thing (the biscuit)? I distinctly recall the big breakfast having panflappies – in any case, I didn’t eat the biscuit and it was exactly as awesome as I wanted it to be
on the way back I saw all this unattended baggage – no no, I’m not talking about trophy wives outside of the men’s room – I mean the kind that you’re always hearing about on those annoying tsa/threat level announcements when you’re in an airport
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it’s a game to find it in the first photo – it’s a little tiny bag on the bottom (your) left corner of the check-in counter – the bottom photo shows a backpack hanging off a wheelchair – these were actually right across the aisle from each other
I told security and they didn’t really care – they walked away in the direction I pointed but when I walked by later the backpack was still there