I don’t mind showering before swimming. Unless the pool in question is the Ganges River, Lake Superior, or the Pacific Ocean.
Homey aphorisms and country-fried metaphors seem to roll off my tongue with depressing effortlessness.
Clearly, I’m getting old. I’m channelling my pioneer ancestors.
“We Reserve the Right to Refuse Service to Anyone,”
Becomes in some cases:
“We Reserve the Right to Serve Refuse to Everyone.”
I posit that if it is okay for an NFL middle linebacker can be gay, then it is equally okay for a middle-aged white guy with a thing for show-tunes, art deco architecture, and antiquarian books to be straight.
Anybody who builds or renovates a Starbucks without a minimum of one power outlet at every other table is setting himself up for failure.
— The Coffee – Computer Corollary