like.the.rings.of.saturn I noticed today — while walking home from the skytrain — that whenever a new [insert un.namable.fastfood.joint here] moves in — such as the new [insert un.namable.fastfood.joint here] that moved into Brentwood Mall last week — there is a noticable accumilation in the amount of garbage from said restaurant that accumilates on the ground. Theoretically, one should be able to locate any given [insert un.namable.fastfood.joint here] by taking a sample of the ground garbage that expands like a blast ring around said restaurant. The following formula should be helpful: (bags of garbage per sqaure meter) x (obesity level of local populous) / (pungent grease odor co-efficient) = distance to source sugar.coated.psychic.moments As descretely referenced in the previous rant, I got off the train a stop early today. Why? No reason. So, is it a coincidence that for the first time in my experience riding the train, it stopped for almost five minutes after arriving for some unknown problem down the line. I didn’t know this was going to happen before I got off — but my intuition saved me a wait on the stuffy railcar, and possibly saved me a couple minutes in my commute. |
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