It's not until I'm inside the terminal and they're driving away that it becomes clear to me what a terrible idea this was: my brother's feet are bloody huge. It was like wearing clown shoes! I swear to God, they were two and a half sizes too big for me.Then becuase my connecting flight was late I had to *run* through Atlanta...in clown shoes. In my head the whole time was the clown theme from the circus. It was interesting.
Anyway, am back in NY. Newsflash: GOOD CHRIST WINTER IS FILLED WITH FROZEN THINGS! Yeah, I know. I am Captain Obvious.
And, for your edification, a story about me grocery shopping:
I'm in the checkout lane. I already have a million impulse buys more than I need littering my cart. I look over, and what do I see? I see a bag filled with pemmican. Now, all my internal Due South censors go of, screaming 'FRASER! FRASER!' at the top of their lungs. And I think to my self, "Self, why not try it out and see what it's like?"
Three dollars and a handful of horrific jerkylike substance later, I know why not. I now appreciate the way Ray mocks Fraser for eating it in a new and more profound way.
