Yesterday evening I wanted a snack, so I decided to get some cookies at McDonald’s (it was there, I was there, I have no excuse, I know).

I walked up to the counter, picked a pack of cookies from the rack, and the following exchange occurred:

Me: I’d like these cookies.
Man behind the counter: Would you like another? They’re two for a dollar.
Me (thinking for a second): No thanks. Just these cookies.
MBTC: How ’bout an apple pie, too?
Me: No thanks. Just the cookies.
MBTC: Well, they’re two for a dollar.
Me: Uh huh. Can I give you fifty cents?
Frustrated MBTC: Well, no. I don’t have a button for that. Just take ’em.

Wrong on so many levels.

Last night, I raced a guy named Klingon.

I kid you not – I had just started walking/running up the (long) staircase at the Porter Square T station when I heard someone on the escalator say “So you wanna race.” I didn’t give it another thought; I turned to the guy (Klingon, as I later found out) and said “It’s on, now.” And then I started bookin’ it up the stairs, he up the escalator. I won, but I’m pretty sure he let me…

We introduced ourselves – “Dave” pales in comparison to “Klingon” (or even “Keno”, his given name) as an interesting name. Nice guy, that Klingon.

Off to Toronto for the weekend on Friday; want any beer?

Much time was spent outdoors this weekend, and it was good. Bike riding Saturday & BBQ’ing yesterday both were quite enjoyable.

I acquired a drill press and a bandsaw this weekend. Hooray for new toys!