OK, so I definitely don’t recommend having your car sputter to a stop on a hill, forcing you to recognize the mistake of not getting gas earlier.
However, if you’re going to run out of gas, do so about here:
Not only was Mr. Munson kind enough to supply me with a couple gallons of gas, but he also gave me a tour of his farm, a historical narrative of the area and a big bunch of fresh greens!
That was the best stupid thing I’ve done in awhile!
There’s a saying that “only in Boulder does your waitress have a PhD,” an allusion to the fact that people here are really freaking smart.
I’m sitting outside at Alfalfa’s today, however, and I’ve just seen five people in five minutes try to open this door:
Apparently, none of them were waitresses.
I just ate like 14 cloves of garlic on my two slices of pizza, so I’d like to take this opportunity to apologize in advance to:
- My husband who has to sleep next to me
- The coworkers who have cubicles within a 45-foot radius of mine
- Anybody I talk to in the next week
- The dental hygienist who drew the short straw and has to clean my teeth tomorrow
Thanks to Liz West on Flickr.
Working at a coffee shop. Just overheard someone describe the raspberry, vegan cake as “empowered.”
Ok, so it sucks to get a parking ticket, but at least the Boulder County municipal courts were kind enough to give me a good laugh while I was dishing out my $20 fine.
Does this strike anyone else as rather comical:
And if you’re not already a returning customer, but expect to be getting a lot of parking tickets, they’ll even make it easier to pay them by “signing up” for quick payment.
Sometimes, I’m just too lazy to go hunting around for Saran Wrap to preserve the leftovers.
I call this “The Food Terrarium.”