The other day a guy at work said, "This place is like a Chinese fire drill."
"Or," as I told him, "What Chinese fire marshals call a post office."
And, oh, oh, didn't I tell you? We stopped saving daylight and suddenly the city is covered in snow and ice. I knew we couldn't afford to waste it.
Today, I listened to a lecture about the French Revolution. In the run up to the chaos and bloodshed, the rich land owners convinced the landless poor to agitate to protect the rich from having to pay taxes. Sort of a Partie de Thé. Sent from my iPhone