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~ Friday, January 28, 2005 ~
We use it for our own amusement.
Another minipost. Last night, my family and I had dinner in a large garage dressed up to look like an Italian restaurant. My dad likes it. Fortunately, they make up for the lack of atmosphere with their oppressive waitstaff, who hang nervously over your shoulders asking if you'd like a salad or a drink with dinner, and whether you'd like to hear the specials again. Seriously, I think our waitress had tears of anxiety in our eyes as she asked if everything was okay. Walking away from the restaurant, we passed a Hong Kong-themed (Hong Kongan? Hongkongan? Hongan Kongan?) restaurant that advertised its policy with a sign in the window. I did a double take, passively reading it while thinking of something else, finishing processing it when I was several steps past it, and then stopping short and dashing back to reread it, to see if it really said what I thought it said. It did.
WE DO NOT
USE MSG FOR
YOUR HEALTH
They sure don't.
Current Music: The Astor-I-A, one of TMBG's venue songs, has been rattling around in my head for the past few days, although it was just interrupted by the same band's song "about" the New Orleans House of Blues. They were right; it did find me in my workplace, and resistance was futile.
~ prattled by Miriam at 1:59 p.m. [+]
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