Write It Down

I love the rain. Really. The smell, the feel, jumping in puddles.

I know for a fact that what happens here, in Boston, is not rain.

What happens here is hellish and all kinds of unpleasant, inspiring people to tell me I look like a drowned rat. Thanks.

And now, for something completely different, a picture:

I was selling t-shirts today and sold two to prospective parents:

mom 1: Yeah my son is a junior and trying to figure out where he wants to go
me: Oh how exciting! Is BC his first choice?
mom 1: No... well.. he's being kind of laissez-faire about school right now.
me: ....

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mom2: Oh these are great, I'll get one!
me: Thanks so much!
mom2: are they one size fits all?

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selling cookies in the dining hall tonight...

me: cookies for a cause! $5 from your meal plan, support our service trip!
crazy accent guy: What?
me: Would you like to buy cookies? Only $5 from your meal plan!
CAG: I don't really like cookies... and we have better chocolate in Switzerland.


Ouch, gotta admit that one hurt a bit. I wanted to tell him that if that's how he feels about it, Switzerland is just dying to have him back. This is Amurrica and don't you err forget it!