Find Humor In You Day

Today I could not help finding humor in my surroundings. As I walked back from giving money to Farm Aid by purchasing a yummy Chipotle meal,best walk to work ever, I look in front of me and there is a hasidic Jewish man, transvestite, and cop, all about 2 yards in front of me. I had to laugh at the crazy yet normal world I find myself in, in Manhattan. Then as I got further down the street there are two cabs parked side by side in which the drivers are screaming at each other. The dueling cabbies usually would not be as humourous to me but I had to laugh when one told the other to stick something up one of his orfices. When I finally reach the elevator, which seems to magically have perfect timing whenever I’m in a good mood, I overhear a conversation where one gentleman is discussing how gingerale is one of his vices. “Not the worst one can have,” he concludes. But this strange array of events just made me think, if only when I am feeling down I could look around and laugh how better life would be.

Rolls For All Seasons

So it has come to my attention today there is a great dilemma facing most people, a question I fear no one may have the answer to. What is the difference between a Spring roll, summer roll, autumn roll, and winter roll?

I was about to order some cuisine of the Chinese persuasion, when the issue hit me right over the head. I saw all four rolls listed on a menu. I had been browsing a site called seamless web, the lazy persons way to food consumption, to which I have become addicted to, deciding which of the thousands of Chinese restaurants in Manhattan to choose. Of course there were no rollover descriptions on them, urgh the torture. I quickly polled my coworkers, but no one had any idea. Are they classified by their outer shells, is it the meats or lack there of inside that give them their names, or is it some historical story of seasonal consumptions past, that identify these little mysteries? This shall need further investigation.