Beast's lunch
The title of this post sounds like a possible sequel to the William S. Boroughs' classic, Naked Lunch. The content of this post, I assure you, is far more reasonable, though nearly as nutty.
So I just returned from buying my lunch at the deli downstairs. It's Halloween, right? No lie - the price that rang-up on the cash register was $6.66. I looked at the cashier, smiled, and she quickly added $0.01 to bring the total to $6.67.
It occurs to me that the price would have been more like $6.50, save for the fact the city of Richmond raised taxes (again) on food sales. So it reasonably follows that it is the city of Richmond to blame for causing my meal to invoke visions of the Apocalypse.
In other news, the chicken sandwich was OK. And no - my keyboard has not started talking to me. Gotta run. I have an appointment with Dr. Benway. Wish me well. I've never quite liked his office since moving to Interzone.
So I just returned from buying my lunch at the deli downstairs. It's Halloween, right? No lie - the price that rang-up on the cash register was $6.66. I looked at the cashier, smiled, and she quickly added $0.01 to bring the total to $6.67.
It occurs to me that the price would have been more like $6.50, save for the fact the city of Richmond raised taxes (again) on food sales. So it reasonably follows that it is the city of Richmond to blame for causing my meal to invoke visions of the Apocalypse.
In other news, the chicken sandwich was OK. And no - my keyboard has not started talking to me. Gotta run. I have an appointment with Dr. Benway. Wish me well. I've never quite liked his office since moving to Interzone.








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