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So as I was walking around the Arts quad today I saw a really bizarre sight -- something like 15-20 people, in business formal attire, all walking in a line with lavender blindfolds on and with their hands on the shoulders of the person in front of them. A couple other people were walking along the side, I guess to make sure they didn't walk into a tree or anything. I suppose it was some sort of management training or communication seminar or similar nonsense...you know, learning to trust your co-workers and crap like that. I made sure to stare at them in disbelief as they passed by, but then realized that was pretty pointless, given that they were all blindfolded. Kinda like that time President Bush waved at Stevie Wonder, then dropped his hand when he realized what he was doing.
Later, I got to witness another instance of public surreality (yes, I made up that word just now) while I was at the grocery store. Two guys were standing behind me in the checkout line, chatting about all of the chemicals that get added to processed food. One of them asked the other, "And speaking of additives, you ever eat peach yogurt?" Now, I must point out here that the guy asking this question was wearing a muscle shirt and had a moustache and a mullet. His friend had a baseball cap proclaiming to the world his favorite brand of motor-oil. I can't picture either one of them eating any kind of yogurt, much less peach yogurt. Anyways..."You ever eat peach yogurt?" "Nah," his friend replies. Oh, good, so I haven't slipped into some parallel universe where monster-truck-pull fans casually discuss their favorite kinds of health food. "Well," the first guy continues, "the thing is, as you're eating it you taste all these nice yummy chunks of peach, you know? But, if you read the ingredients, peaches aren't listed there at all! What's going on there?" Well, I don't know, Billy Ray, maybe you should stop eating all that yogurt while sitting on your couch watching NASCAR and switch to something safer, say, beef jerky, or perhaps pork rinds.
Later, I got to witness another instance of public surreality (yes, I made up that word just now) while I was at the grocery store. Two guys were standing behind me in the checkout line, chatting about all of the chemicals that get added to processed food. One of them asked the other, "And speaking of additives, you ever eat peach yogurt?" Now, I must point out here that the guy asking this question was wearing a muscle shirt and had a moustache and a mullet. His friend had a baseball cap proclaiming to the world his favorite brand of motor-oil. I can't picture either one of them eating any kind of yogurt, much less peach yogurt. Anyways..."You ever eat peach yogurt?" "Nah," his friend replies. Oh, good, so I haven't slipped into some parallel universe where monster-truck-pull fans casually discuss their favorite kinds of health food. "Well," the first guy continues, "the thing is, as you're eating it you taste all these nice yummy chunks of peach, you know? But, if you read the ingredients, peaches aren't listed there at all! What's going on there?" Well, I don't know, Billy Ray, maybe you should stop eating all that yogurt while sitting on your couch watching NASCAR and switch to something safer, say, beef jerky, or perhaps pork rinds.