A random person whose identity vaguely rhymes with “Suzi’s mom” has, on occasion, seen the parking lot in a restaurant and worried it would be crowded when, in reality, there was hardly anyone in there.
So when we all arrived at IHOP for breakfast the other morning and saw the lot was maybe half-full, Suzi and I started joking that they were “swinging from the ceiling.”
The song on the loudspeakers when we got out of the car?
I’m not talented enough to make this stuff up, folks.
WHAT I WROTE THIS WEEK
Tricycle at the train station — Where I find myself surprisingly concerned about something a child apparently left behind.
Totems of childhood — Sometimes, you see things that just take you back.
Looking for advice on being hip? Look elsewhere — Where I acknowledge perhaps not having fashion sense, and other things I’m OK with.
THIS WEEK’S BLAST FROM THE PAST
Mustache misadventures — Some ideas are … just not good.
SOME STUFF I READ
Lady’s 5 Festive Self-Guided Christmas Walks in London (A Lady in London) — Walking in London is cool all the time. I bet it’s awesome at Christmas.
Deleted my last post (Millennial Life Crisis) — Vee writes lots of interesting stuff, so I’d recommend checking her out, but I chose this post, even though there’s not much to it, because I’m pretty sure I read the post she was writing about. It was harsh. It was unkind.
It was harsh and unkind … about herself, and how she needed to be better. Whatever she got, she didn’t deserve.
Out of the blue (A Dating Dad) — Life remains unfair.
Grandparents can be fun.
And you thought there were stampedes for flat-screen TVs?
Does HR know about this? Shhhh … don’t tell.
HELL REMAINS HOT … WATER, WET
For those who list their home address as “under a rock,” travel around Thanksgiving may be just a little difficult.
Again … just in case you haven’t lived consciously in the world for the past however many years.