Highway to Hell.....

I was stuck on the highway between Roe and Metcalf due to an accident for approximately 30 minutes this morning. I hope that never happens again. I was not even treated to seeing the smashed vehicles; they had been carted away by the time I got to where the wreck was. (I am not delighted by other peoples misery, I just paid the fine and I want to see what I paid for.)

I also had time to develope this theory: At all points in time, somewhere in all metropolitan areas, there is an overloaded construction trailer sitting on the side of the highway with a flat tire, broken axel, bent tounge, or some other injury rendering it nothing more than a peice of roadside art.

Feed me Seymour.

As I pondered life eating a mediocre meal from Schlotzky's today I came to a few conclusions about food. Most of the items I avoid I do so because of, not taste, but texture. Mushrooms are the prime example. They are gross, not because they taste bad, they don't really taste like anything, but the texture is such that I have a gag-reflex when I know that they are in my mouth. (Implication: If you can mask them in an item such as green bean cassolrole, I may be none the wiser)

I also do not like straws. I like Schlotzky's because the lids that fit on the smaller cups have the fold back tab so the lips make contact with the cup, and the liquid doen't have to travel trough an unnecessary conduit to reach my throat. Creating a vaccum requires less effort, but I think I like the body movement required to take a drink sans-straw.

To complete a tri-fecta, I don't like vegetables on my sandwhich or burger. Gimme the good old meat and cheese and send me on my way. The combinations of vegetables, meat and cheese create dissatisfaction in my life. I guess I could have bigger problems. Not to mention how repulsive mayonaise is when mixed with the others, or alone for that matter.

Great News!

First and foremost the Red Sox are kicking off their Grapefruit League schedule tonight, and that means the regular season is just around the corner. It also means too much time trying to be a Bill James disciple, and obsessing over every win and loss.

Second, I recently found out I will be making a trek to Chicago to see the BoSox at the friendly confines of Wrigley Field (provided it has not fully collapsed by June 11th). This will be my first experience at the Wrig, and I am totally excited to check out the second oldest, and second most historical ballpark still in regular rotation (excepting, of course, Fenway is and always will be the finest place to see a baseball game). The game will be televised on FOX so be sure to watch, and see me make the Ferris Bueller foul ball catch and display while Mr. Rooney remains unaware.

2 gross items in less than 1 hour.

A quick hitter:

a. I saw a couple making out in the cleaning supplies aisle at Target today.

b. I was in the cleaning supplies aisle because the bathroom at our new office had not been cleaned since the previous tenant had done it last, and I am guessing that was the first week they had moved in about 800 years ago. So cleaning the bathroom is the second item.

Needless to say I've had better days.