Don't Back Down

As I'm driving to the doctor this morning, I spy a dump truck with one of those stickers on it that reads "Not Responsible for Broken Windshields". Now I understand the desire of the company to not get a bill from everyone and their brother, claiming that the trucks broke a windshield. But shouldn't the company exercise at least a modicum of good faith? Looking down, the tires on said truck, where you would normally see a low-hanging piece of rubber, perhaps with some silver naked ladies, barely made it to the top of the tires. I think they ought to be responsible for it at that point.

Moreover, I think I'm going to get a tattoo on my forehead that says "Not Responsible for Anything". I wonder if that will work?

Okay, we didn't actually eat Vietnamese people. We wanted to have a Vietnamese dinner. So we checked out Thien Phu, in the "International District" along Central Avenue. The verdict? Good. I'm not much for veggies - but I had a bowl full of 'em. Of course, it also had some meat in there, and a pepper oil sauce that you poured over it. But it was tasty. Denise had a stir fry dish that came on a hot skillet (think fajitas), along with some rice. Also tasty - especially the leftovers after a day in the fridge.

So a few weeks ago, Carowinds announced that they'd be giving away tickets to their new Winterfest production. Cool, I thought. I even marked the date that it was supposed to start - August 5th - on the calendar.

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