I watched the Tiger Woods presser because I had nothing better to do, not because I was interested in what the man had. It’s not that I don’t believe him; it’s just that it doesn’t affect me. That said, I was left with several observations I’m going to share.
After spending all day hearing about what is now being referred to by my company as a “snow event,” and hearing a lot of people comment how they’re going to the store to buy milk, I wondered, “Why do people rush out to buy milk before a snowstorm?”
Driving on the stretch of the Capital Beltway between the American Legion Bridge and the I-270 entrance can get pretty dicey. It’s a six-lane, free-for-all as people scramble to get from one side to the other, trying to make their exits. So, the last thing you want is a few d-bags in high-priced cars flying through the madness.
If you’ve been to Atlanta, you might have stumbled upon a little street called Bobby Brown Parkway. Most people who are familiar with late 80s, early 90s music will ask, “What did Bobby Brown do to deserve a street named after him?”
We called 911 to report that a man at the theater was having severe chest pains. The dispatcher went through a series of questions that, to me, wasted time. But, I wonder if she was just making sure that it was an emergency before sending an ambulance.
We’ve all been to movie theaters, and most of us know about the one-seat buffer zone around people we don’t know. But, even if you have the buffer, and you’re asked to move over so a group of people can sit together, you kinda have to. If you don’t, you risk looking like a douche.