8.5.2009 (23:10:00)

Back from another Defcon. Always a good time, though the crowd is slowly becoming unbearable to this crowd-weary soul. The flight back was interesting to say the least. At a layover in some city I can't remember already, I went to order a Cinnabon. Nom nom nom. But, there were four women in front of me. I had a bad feeling. Despite there being two pans (12 buns, as shown in this cell phone picture) left, one of the women was fat. The chances of her ordering >1 was great. The first woman... three (family in terminal). The second woman... one. Yes! This could work. The third woman... two (had a kid in tow). The fourth, here comes fatty. "How many do you have left?" Crap. My turn. "Sir, it will be nine minutes until the next batch is ready." "SUCK IT MRS. MYAGI! My plane leaves in 10!"

Five minutes left until take-off, and this poor woman was standing there with two kids and two little fluffy dogs. They told her there needed to be one adult per dog. She was quite distraught, as this problem never happened to her before (airline rules are made up on the fly, no pun intended). So, since I'm foodless and carrying nothing but a small bag with a book in it, I volunteered to be a foster dad to one of the pups. It made the flight much more fun. How could you say no to these faces?!

8.20.2009 (22:00:00)

So this morning some prick darts out of a mall parking lot in front of me. I had the choice of slamming into him or taking out a traffic sign. I steered El Jefe up over the curb and swiped the sign. He has a small dent on the right door now. The driver didn't care and didn't notice, so I sped after him and slammed my breaks in front. Got out and had some words. It was fun.

This picture is not of the incident. I didn't photograph my own situation this morning. This was what blocked my drive home from work. I had to drive around the town to find another road in. Uggh.