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Alas, the solution was only temporary. Later, walking to the water fountain, I met the unmistakable odor of orange Pez–well, I think it was Pez, it had a chemically orange property to it and was very powdery smelling–it had to be an artificially flavored talcum of some sort. My nose was obviously trying to tell me something–what would you do in such circumstances? I knew what I had to do, and I obeyed with a contrite heart. “Would you like your coffee cake with or without nuts, sir?”
“Without, please. And may I have a chocolate chip pecan cookie too?”
with. always with.
dude good hanging out with you
jimi: the coffee cake I bought doesn’t really qualify as real coffee cake. It was like sheet cake with brown sugar and cinnamon on top. Give me real coffee cake and I will take the nuts any day; but sheet cake with a gaggle of pitiful diced pecans? NO.
Cisco: definitely! I have enjoyed our times down here; I’m glad you live fairly close to where I work.
mmmmmmmmmm, what a delicious post. I think the elevators (and did you say marble? if not, why do I think it) accentuate the crispness of the moment.
However, perhaps you wouldn’t want to juxtapose the image of nose-blowing with the word “brain” too closely . . . ? Or is that just me again?
>> (and did you say marble? if not, why do I think it)< <
That, my dear friend, is the all important question. Why indeed? Perhaps you’ve visited Columbus for a Bluejackets game (though I doubt it, you don’t seem to be the sort of person who would be a hockey fan) or perhaps you figured marble would be a safe assumption for any large downtown building, and yet my guess is that you’ve actually been there before–maybe inside the very building (is that right?). Ohh, that sounds so sinister
The word “brain” isn’t in the post either–remarkable!