As much as I hate to admit it,

Jim Morrison was right: people are strange. The local laundromat that I go to has fifteen washing machines, ten dryers, and one laundry cart (why, I don't know; it's a small space). I only use the dryers there, because I have access to a good washing machine. Of the dryers there, only three (#s 1, 2, & 3) work really well. When I got there to dry my clothes yesterday, this guy was taking his laundry out, but one piece at a time, folding every sheet and pillowcase and setting them to the side. A little rude, because I was standing right behind him with my stuff in the laundry cart, but I admired the efficiency of it somewhat. Then he was down to one piece in # 1, which was the one I wanted anyway, so I thought "Good." And THEN he took out his phone and was either reading a text or sending one! I actually had to say out loud, "Look. I'll wait for you to fold laundry, but I will not wait for you to text! Ridiculous!" He hurried up, I put my clothes in, and left.

Eating a watermelon

I was eating a watermelon, and, of course, I started receiving phonecalls.
Cellphones and watermelons don't mix.

What's this world coming to?

I did a search on Mark Eitzel videos and got an ad inviting me to have "complimentary Lydia Lunch ringtones" sent to my cell. Huh?

Walking across the parking lot...

on the way in to work this morning, I saw a man and a woman, each talking on their cellphones and pacing in front of the store that I work at. A stunning example of the cellpacing phenomenon.