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I need to stop thinking about Harry Potter, which means the book needs to come out. And soon.
Also Harry Potter related, I was reading an editorial about it in the Post Gazette and it was all well and good until the columnist called Harry's mother "Lucy". Way to lose every bit of your credibility, lady. Good job.
There is this man that works in the radiology labs in the clinic near Taco Bell, and he always comes in for tacos on his lunch break. This is significant because he looks just like Hannibal Lector. The scrubs don't really help matters. I should think he likes his tacos with fava beans and a nice Chianti, but he usually accompanies them with cinnamon twists and a Baja Blast Mountain Dew (and I always feel such a fool saying "Baja Blast" but whatever, it comes with the territory).
In addition to my taco-jockey hijinks, we had a lady come through the drive-through today and pay with credit card. I looked at the signature on the slip and it turns out that her name was Claire Pace. Needless to say I laughed for about half an hour, because, really. She had a little boy in the car and I was so tempted to ask if his name was Aaron, but she probably would not get the joke.
Also Harry Potter related, I was reading an editorial about it in the Post Gazette and it was all well and good until the columnist called Harry's mother "Lucy". Way to lose every bit of your credibility, lady. Good job.
There is this man that works in the radiology labs in the clinic near Taco Bell, and he always comes in for tacos on his lunch break. This is significant because he looks just like Hannibal Lector. The scrubs don't really help matters. I should think he likes his tacos with fava beans and a nice Chianti, but he usually accompanies them with cinnamon twists and a Baja Blast Mountain Dew (and I always feel such a fool saying "Baja Blast" but whatever, it comes with the territory).
In addition to my taco-jockey hijinks, we had a lady come through the drive-through today and pay with credit card. I looked at the signature on the slip and it turns out that her name was Claire Pace. Needless to say I laughed for about half an hour, because, really. She had a little boy in the car and I was so tempted to ask if his name was Aaron, but she probably would not get the joke.