My Brain on Time

I don't spend a lot of time alone. I am not the kind of person that needs much "me time" where I am not with someone, engaged in activity or conversation. So when I do get by myself (especially in a relaxing environment), my brain goes bonkers with all sorts of whatever thoughts.

Traveling alone is one of those times. Right now I am flying to Tampon, Florida and I am amused at the weird thoughts I get stuck on. Here are three examples:

1). I like square packaged Starburst more than the bagged kind. When they come in the normal long, rectangle package, then they alternate evenly between the four colors yellow, orange, pink and red. You always know what the next one is and you know you aren't getting too many or too few of any one color. You get color fairness. While that eliminates any chance that I will get extra pinks, I can trade that for the predictability. The bags of Starburst are just a bit too stressful.

2). Why did all the place settings at the Chili's Too restaurant have a REAL fork but a PLASTIC knife? What efficiency (time or money) could that provide? My first thought was too few clean knives...but that is ludicrous. If someone is cleaning dishes, they can clean the knives with the forks. Plastic doesn't cut better than metal AND they get thrown away, creating additional waste over metal.

3). The Delta flight I was on today still used a VCR!!!!! The tracking was off and it kept spinning. I suddenly felt like I was in the late 80s and I was trying to fix the tracking on the remote control. It was crazy. I thought about DVDs vs. VHS and realized that Max will never fix the tracking on a movie during a sleepover and I kind of felt sad for him in a weird way.

That is my brain on time. Any questions?

Fueled By Greed

I recently traveled to Houston and chose to purchase a yellow bag of starburst at the airport. I had no idea what kind of food they might have in that strange country of hicks and spurs, so I thought I'd play it safe and have snacks on hand.

As I began to take them out, one-by-one from the bag, I was shocked. Yellow, yellow, orange, yellow, orange, red, orange, yellow. WHERE WAS MY FREAKIN' PINKS??? I recently took a poll on Facebook and pink was by far the most popular color in the yellow Starburst bag. By far. I blew away the competition. Red, the next closest color, was many votes away from the clearly superior pink. So I asked again, WHERE WAS MY FREAKIN' PINKS? Well, they eventually came...but I had already decided that my bag was rigged. So I saved every wrapper. That's right, I saved them all in my back pocket for days so I could count them.

Well, I had equal of each color. I guess I was just fueled by greed.