This afternoon, at the advice of my illustrious mentor, I swore off writing about anything non-political for a week. (No, Mom, I didn't really swear. It's a figure of speech.) But, as I learned from our president, promises are made to be broken, and I just have to share:
After being overcome last hour by an urge for Spicy Chicken Cup ‘O Noodle Soup, I made a middle-of-the-night grocery store run. The parking lot was nearly empty when I arrived. Then, all at once, three cars pulled up. Like one of those Super Bowl commercials where the gratuitous hot chick runs slow-motion through a field of flowers to embrace a Bud Light, all three drivers met in the middle of the lot.
They proceeded to group hug. (Kodak moment! Where’s your camera when you need it?!)
Did I mention that one driver was male and the other two were female? This is important. It seems I have just discovered how to have a threesome in public without getting arrested. Too bad I didn’t find this out last March. Maybe I could pass my discovery on to the bevy of Washington figures who can’t even manage to have a twosome in private (and, by private, I mean one of those pay-by-the-hour jobs) without causing a kerfluffle.
And, I said this post wasn’t going to be political.