tourist man to tourist wife while looking at alcatraz, "honey, we just need to go down there, get some tickets and take that tour of san quentin." best of luck with that one...
whilst watching the blue angels practice today, marina girl to marina guy, "i see them before i hear them, but there's no sonic boom..." the good part was listening to him try to explain to her that light travels faster than sound, even if you're flying at subsonic speeds. she also declared "the jet fuel is making those lower clouds all weird," discounting the angle of the sun at this time of day and the fact that those low clouds were actually WAY north and east of our vantage point.
they got posh new shuttles at work, equipped with DVD players and a flat screen at the front. this evening we were treated to 15 minutes from Flightplan. i'd forgotten how lame that movie was.
a friend confessed to an epic revenge manuever last night. upon breaking up with his ex, during the move-out process, he neatly disposed of a few random copies from her until-then complete set of O, The Oprah Magazine. words fail to describe the awesomeness of that subterfuge.
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