Thursday, June 23, 2005 |
13:04 - Incorrigible punster—do not incorrige
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So I was looking for friends and/or colleagues to go out to lunch with today. It turns out, though, that everybody I usually go with is either on vacation or had lunch plans of their own. I'm also on my bike today. So I did something I don't often have to do: rode my bike down to Chipotle, got a burrito, and rode back clutching the paper bag over my handlebar while I cut through parking lots so as to avoid being blooped at by cop cars noticing that I was on the wrong side of De Anza Boulevard (bike lanes are one-way-only and aligned with car traffic, and I wasn't about to go find a major intersection and cross over just to traverse the four blocks back to work). Kind of a pain, but worth it. I do so love Chipotle.
I got back to the doors of my building just at the same time as two of my friends did, who had skipped out for lunch on their own shortly before I went looking for them. "Oh, we went out for lunch a bit early," one of them said.
I replied, "And so I went out for lunch bitterly."
Then I jumped into the elevator so they couldn't chase me down.
(Great, now someone's going to T.P. my server.)
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