First of all, my car, in almost exclusively city driving, got 26.42 miles to the gallon in the last week! With gas at $2.39 (where I filled up today), this means my cost-per-mile is about 9 cents. Yessssssss.
I went to Einstein Brothers yesterday for a quick lunchtime bagel. I know it's not a "real bagel", you elitists, but they do have lox and capers, and if it's toasted, it's an ok approximation.
At the counter, I gave my order (lox on an onion bagel, please). As usual. Then, in a deviation from normal procedure, the ordertaker asks me:
"If you were something commonly found in a glove box, what would you be?"
First thing that pops into my head?
What, you don't have a polar bear in your glove box? Communist.
I have a good reason for going polar bear - I have a little toy polar bear in my glove box, that Husbear got as a wrap gift on a movie he worked on several years ago.
But, obviously, I couldn't say "polar bear," for this would lead to Questions. And I just wanted my bagel, I didn't want to spend precious lunchbreak minutes explaining myself. Seriously - too much human interaction.
So I thought. I dismissed "map," thinking it sounded a little too self-congratulatory. Then I blanked, completely, and could only think of words like "dirt" and "polkadot."
Finally, I settled on flashlight, thinking that was closest to the image I wanted to present of myself.
"All right - that's what it will say on your order ticket."
Ah - I really should have gone polar bear.
I went to wait on my food. The first name called out, "Elizabeth," seemed normal enough - but then, "Elephant handler." A college kid walked up, grabbed his bagel, and said, "Actually, juggler, but I guess this is still mine."
Elephant juggler? Or just juggler? Hmm.
Then, "Katharine," then "Sapphire Necklace," then finally....
I took my bagel and left.