Foray inside a dumpster
If I may borrow a phrase from a newly released movie, "A series of unfortunate events" yesterday got me to think that maybe, just maybe, life is full of sad memorable moments. The events... I enter the movie theater. The rest of the group is already there (three times larger than I had expected). I choose to leave a seat between myself and the friend. It seems rude, so I get up and move closer but I just can't relax. I cannot smell the stink but I'm not sure others can't either. Moments later said friend offers me pizza, nicely wrapped in aluminum foil. I don't politely decline; I almost barf in disgust. I'm hoping the friend thinks of this as nothing more than that retarded quirkiness. The movie is funny but that's not why I am half-laughing. It's because I am still getting over the fact that a few minutes ago I was searching for a half-inch SIM card at the bottom of a dumpster. A tiny sliver that I could see only because moments before that I had...