I don’t always eat fast food. But when I do, it won’t be served by anyone with those long fake fingernails. I think they are unsanitary and have no place around anything I am going to consume.
I’m taking a stand, and hope you will too.
Just Yesterday Morning
I was out-of-town yesterday morning. I got up, left my hotel and stopped at a fast food restaurant to grab something to eat on the way home. At the counter, I ordered while looking up at the menu. As I told the woman taking my order what I wanted, she entered it into her register. I heard the tell-tale tap tap tap of what I knew were ridiculously long fingernails on the plastic surface of the register. The sound made my stomach lurch. Those things creep me out.
Just finished a six hour ride from the beach. There is no good sentence with “from the beach” in it except “I am calling you from the beach”.
Long drives allow me to focus on the really important phenomena of life. I think about them a lot, but I never resolve them. So, to put my mind at ease and to put on public display my shallow level of thought, I am going to point out a few of these things in the hope that some of your comments might resolve some of my unanswered questions. Read the rest of this entry »