Tales of Wit and Charm…

tim, king of the fish, met jb and i for lunch today. we took him to our favorite sandwich spot, where he made a huge mistake, the mistake of admitting to being a newbie. he was immediately shunned, not given soup samples (gasp), and let’s face it lunch just isn’t lunch without the soup shots. our own soup nazi, clad in a police ball cap and “property of ESPN football” shirt, wouldn’t let poor tim choose his own sandwich. whether it was that the turkey du jour wasn’t quite selling or it really was a good sandwich…either way that’s what tim was getting with or without a fight. there is something about everyday citizens wearing police hats that stops you dead in your tracks. you suddenly take the “no soup for you” quote seriously, very very seriously.

also, it was there that i realized how desperate housewives is ruining america–fashionable sweatpants. ohhh, the irony!