Cute.

As in Electro-Cute. I was electrocuted by the dryer today when I went to get the clothes out. It's the 2nd time I've had a jolt of that voltage and both times it was suprising and took a while to realize what happened. I'd love to see the look on my face. I was barefoot and there was a puddle, but I wasn't standing IN it. The LL hasn't called back about it, but I managed to retrieve the clothes without further shock-therapy.
Just got back from possibly THE most depressing dinner outing I've ever been on. There's a restaraunt around here that has had at least 3 names/owners during my time here. I feel like I have to go back everytime it changes just in case it improved. This time there were definitely more staff than patrons around, with no music. The menus were laminated and hole punched and held together with these 1-inch binder rings that clanked on the glass tabletops. Not well thought-out. It would have been nice if we were the only people in there but unfortunately an older couple having a terrible first date sat nearby to have simultaneous one-way conversations under the guise of having cake and tea (though the tea was declined due to an insufficient selection and the cake was untouched according to T. ) They, like we, said "good" as convincingly as possible when asked how everything was. Why do we have to lie about it? I mean, my food was ok, but T's was definitely the pits. Why couldn't we say "Even plain spaghetti with butter wouldn't be THIS bland." Why didn't we just leave $2 on the table and run out the door after one minute? They can't really spit in my food once it's on the table in front of me.
I should have known when the sign had a back-tick used in the possessive instead of an apostrophe, as in "the restauranteur`s big error."