Thursday, March 23, 2006
Cry Us a River!
The cold-ravaged editors headed to Cereality for a light lunch. They ordered the "Good Morning" or something like that, which has Cinnomon Graham Crunch and Life and chocolate pieces, added some 2% milk, and looked over at the tables. All filled! They headed back to the counter and...and...dropped the whole creation! And this was no "clean" drop either -- the carton hit the corner of the counter, tiped over, spilled some onto the counter, more onto the floor, continuing to drip-drip-drip from the counter on down. Sheepishly, the editors looked over to the staff. No eye contact. They walked over and alerted them to the situation. "No problem" shouted one, way too loud. "Mop!" he yelled. The EIC reached for his wallet. "Oh no, we'll make you a new one." "Already on it" said another. "Thanks, sorry" we replied. "Hey, no use in crying over spilled milk. Spilled milk, get it?"
We took our seats at the counter. Normally we eschew conversation and listen to our radio walkman, but the mop guy started singing to the Sirius 70s channel that was playing. "When I think back to all the crap I learned in high school!..." Not wanting to offend the mopper by making him think we were reaching for our walkmen in reaction to his singing, we smiled and dug into our Good Mornings.
Compare that to Monz lunch: Smoked turkey salsa sandwich from the CSC, Apple from the B-club, Carrots from home, Salad (inedible) from the CSC = yummy lunch. And Monz didn't spill a morsel!
The cold-ravaged editors headed to Cereality for a light lunch. They ordered the "Good Morning" or something like that, which has Cinnomon Graham Crunch and Life and chocolate pieces, added some 2% milk, and looked over at the tables. All filled! They headed back to the counter and...and...dropped the whole creation! And this was no "clean" drop either -- the carton hit the corner of the counter, tiped over, spilled some onto the counter, more onto the floor, continuing to drip-drip-drip from the counter on down. Sheepishly, the editors looked over to the staff. No eye contact. They walked over and alerted them to the situation. "No problem" shouted one, way too loud. "Mop!" he yelled. The EIC reached for his wallet. "Oh no, we'll make you a new one." "Already on it" said another. "Thanks, sorry" we replied. "Hey, no use in crying over spilled milk. Spilled milk, get it?"
We took our seats at the counter. Normally we eschew conversation and listen to our radio walkman, but the mop guy started singing to the Sirius 70s channel that was playing. "When I think back to all the crap I learned in high school!..." Not wanting to offend the mopper by making him think we were reaching for our walkmen in reaction to his singing, we smiled and dug into our Good Mornings.
Compare that to Monz lunch: Smoked turkey salsa sandwich from the CSC, Apple from the B-club, Carrots from home, Salad (inedible) from the CSC = yummy lunch. And Monz didn't spill a morsel!
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feel better! you cant be sick on a weekend, weekends are for fun! only can be sick during work, cus that's a throw away time anyway
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