Observing the Obvious
A couple of observations at lunch today...
#1) Even though I love autumn, I am so ready for "sandal weather" by spring and summer that I'm giddy. And, yes, boys and girls, we are there, right here in River City!!
The downside is that we're barely there and my legs/feet are blindingly white. Also, sandals in the rain, when your toes get wet from the puddles, suck a little. But just a little.
It should be noted that neither of these things will keep me from wearing sandals on any day when temps are going to hit 60. Sorry. Bring sunglasses.
#2) Getting a yummy, delicious, healthy salad for lunch from my favorite local sandwich shop downtown is a good thing. Until you walk back to your office, salad in hand, past the Italian restaurant that happens to have their doors open (because of the warm temps) and get a BIG whiff of all things Italian.
And then you kinda hate your salad a little. And think about giving it to the first homeless person you see (but there's never one around when you need one), or dropping it in such a way as to make it spill out all over the sidewalk, no matter how much of a clutz it will make you appear to the dozens of people walking around out there. So that you have an excuse to go get an alternate lunch at the Italian place. Which is only like two doors back.
But then you don't actually do it. You just fantasize about the smells coming out of that place. While you eat your lettuce. And lie to yourself about how you wouldn't have really done any of that anyway.
#1) Even though I love autumn, I am so ready for "sandal weather" by spring and summer that I'm giddy. And, yes, boys and girls, we are there, right here in River City!!
The downside is that we're barely there and my legs/feet are blindingly white. Also, sandals in the rain, when your toes get wet from the puddles, suck a little. But just a little.
It should be noted that neither of these things will keep me from wearing sandals on any day when temps are going to hit 60. Sorry. Bring sunglasses.
#2) Getting a yummy, delicious, healthy salad for lunch from my favorite local sandwich shop downtown is a good thing. Until you walk back to your office, salad in hand, past the Italian restaurant that happens to have their doors open (because of the warm temps) and get a BIG whiff of all things Italian.
And then you kinda hate your salad a little. And think about giving it to the first homeless person you see (but there's never one around when you need one), or dropping it in such a way as to make it spill out all over the sidewalk, no matter how much of a clutz it will make you appear to the dozens of people walking around out there. So that you have an excuse to go get an alternate lunch at the Italian place. Which is only like two doors back.
But then you don't actually do it. You just fantasize about the smells coming out of that place. While you eat your lettuce. And lie to yourself about how you wouldn't have really done any of that anyway.
4 Comments:
The obvious solution is to treat the salad as a first course.
Obvious, alas, only to a guy...
Women count salad as food. No one knows why.
We're mysterious creatures...but I would get the sandwich and then save the salad for dinner...
See? And I quote: "...salad for dinner."
The mind boggles...
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