Today in Unintentional Insults

I bought myself a lunchbox. It doesn't have a picture of The Smurfs on it or anything; it's plain blue and made of metal, and I've gotten a lot of compliments for it in the lunchroom at work. I bought it because my lunch kept getting squished in my backpack, and I really wanted one anyway. And my mom threw away my old Smurfs lunchbox.

I was talking with a friend of my roommates while I packed my lunch, and the subject of my age came up. She was very surprised to hear that I'm 23.

"I thought you were younger. I mean, I thought you were a lot younger."

"is it because of the lunchbox?" I asked.

"Oh no, actually I was going to say that your lunchbox is really cool. A lot of my clients use them."

"clients?"

"I work with handicapped children."

Tim's Bi-monthly Funny Comment

Me: my uncle used to play for the B.C. Lions. He has a world record, but I don't remember what it's for.

Tim: Largest Number On Jersey.

The Strike Continues

Since the civic workers strike started two months ago, my roommate and I have come up with some new ways to get rid of our garbage:

-have a yard sale in which we sell our old belongings, inconspicuously stuffed with garbage. For example, our tv has a lot of empty space inside it which could be filled. Also our old kettle, which would be a bonus since the kettle is broken and thus garbage itself.

-start up a bean-bag chair business. Simply sew large, sturdy cloth bags, insert full black garbage bag, attach price tag.

I also suggested that we try flushing more things, but if you've ever lived in a building with a garbage chute, you'll know that lazy people who can't fit their garbage down the chute will leave it beside the chute door. We figured that it would only be a matter of time before we're walking past old mattresses and car parts to get to the toilet.