Around lunchtime yesterday a coworker stopped by to ask if I wanted anything from McDonalds. I don’t actually like McDonalds, but I do like it when people-who-are-not-me go out and brave the wilds of downtown so that I don’t have to deal with tourists. If I ever gain the ability to make peoples’ heads explode just by looking at them you should know that the following activities would become more hazardous to your health than ever before:
- Posing for pictures on the
- Stopping your large group in the middle of a crowded sidewalk to discuss the pros and cons of whatever you just bought at the American Girl Store.
- Coming to a dead stop in front of the revolving door because you can’t walk and check your Blackberry at the same time.
So you might want to not do those things. Unless you want your head to explode, in which case knock yourself out.
What was I talking about? Right, McDonalds. I did not end up getting McDonalds for lunch because while I like several things on their menu well enough to have a taste, I do not like any of them enough to make a meal out of them. If I could order half of a fish sandwich, half of a hamburger, two chicken nuggets and a small fry I would be ALL OVER THAT. Alas, I cannot, and no one of those things is good enough to bother with on its own, so I had to brave the crowds to get my own lunch. After getting frustrated with the crowds all of seven seconds after leaving my office I panicked and went into a take-out buffet to randomly grab things and get out of there and back to my nice, quiet office as soon as possible. I ended up with a shockingly color-coordinated lunch consisting of broccoli, green beans, kiwi, and some sort of spinach pasta. It seems panic draws me to the color green.
In closing, I bring you a sign from an adorable store of Random Things near my house, because that place always makes me smile and I have to head out into The Land Of Tourists soon and thusly I need all the smiles I can get.
