I walked past a store selling discounted, remaindered books today, and the front window was full of the title, The Guide to Understanding Iraq for Complete Idiots. Apparently, it's meant to be quite good. But still. The jokes just write themselves, don't they? So I won't bother.
I passed two people who seemed to be operating under a modified theory of the Bugblatter Beast of Traal... that is, if they can't see the person that they're talking to, nobody else can hear their conversation. Sadly, they are mistaken. I nearly turned around to the girl who was loudly asserting to her friend that "I won't assume that I'm on birth control just because I'm on the pill. I can hardly remember to take these things every day. The only reason I'm on it at all is for my cramps..." and forthrightly explaining to her that if you skip too many doses, you'll ovulate, your hormones will be their usual cranky selves, and there goes your cramp prevention strategy. Likewise, the young man telling his bud on speakerphone, "Man, that's hella GAY. That's HELLA GAY!!!" narrowly missed me asking him about the roots of his gender anxiety.
I KNEW there was a reason for two-way pagers...
