Today, I was coming back from lunch at Taco Bell, and because Bozzetto was driving, we headed 3-4 blocks in directly the opposite direction from the way we needed to go because he couldn't decide between making a U-Turn or circling around the block to the right. We got to go to Taco Bell because Rico is out of town, and Rico is a very very very picky eater, though he makes fun of others for relatively minor details, like not wanting to spend $20 for authentic Mexican food since anything authentic in Mexico wouldn't cost $20. We ended up by CSU, since that's just a couple blocks north of Taco Bell, and it reminded me of our trip to Little Shop of Physics a couple weeks back when I wanted to go to Sears.
Having been reminded of Little Shop of Physics, I also recalled a funny story about a co-worker who we ran into there. That story went like this:
Co-worker: "Hey [CherkyB]. Are you, uh, here with your kids?"So I tell that story, since the guys I'm with both know this guy. When I conclude, the guy in the backseat says, "Yeah. I can see how he could make that mistake. You always seem waaay to cheerful and upbeat to be married."
Me, CherkyB: "Yup. Those two right there are mine."
Co-worker: "Oh. I didn't know you had kids. Are you married?"
Me, CherkyB: "Yup. This is my wife."
Co-worker: "Wow. I always got the impression you were single."
The Mrs.: [glare glare glare]
Co-worker: "Ummm...I don't know what it would have been that gave me that impression. I, uh, never really thought about it."
The Mrs.: [glare glare]
Co-worker: "OK, well I gotta go now before I cause any more trouble." [whoosh]
The Mrs. [to Me, CherkyB]: "So what exactly is it that you do that gives people the impression you are single?"
Me, CherkyB: "I dunno. I hardly know that guy."