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.
Went to the Asian food market the other day down in Denver. They have huge tanks filled with lobsters, crabs and big ‘ole fish swimming around. You can get a pretty good price too–only $12.99 for a 2+ pound live lobster.
Admittedly, not all of the seafood was quite so chipper.
Thus it was necessary to designate pricing specific to breathing capabilities. As you can see below, the signs don’t mince words:
(From awhile ago …)
OK, I’ll admit it. After five days with a wracking cough that’s probably bronchitis, the diagnosed double pink eye, a sinus infection, an inability to hear anything but highly muffled sounds out of my clogged right ear, a sore throat, and hangnail, it’s time to face the truth.