Bullshit, Popcorn, and Frisbee Salad

Welcome to the University of Washing! The place where dry cleaners, car washers and rug shampooers go to learn their craft. Yes, I am persuing a advanced degree in bullshit removal. Some folks may say these courses are, in my case, self help. But I am trying to learn how to first detect bullshit, and then cut through it. And in America, let me tell you, it is a 24 hour a day job.

Anyway, it was a nice day so before class I walked down the street to the popcorn place and bought some popcorn. For some reason, today they put it in a box. Now this may seem a little trivial to you, but it bothered me a little that it wasn't in a bag like it usually is. And it didn't bother me for any other reason than I like the way the bag feels in my hand. It's a tactile thing, and yes, didn't I say that it was trivial. The content was fine if not a little too buttery (but I asked for it that way). The box just did not feel right. Strange.

Okay, there were two guys playing with a Frisbee. They were pretty pathetic at it. More than a few bypassers had to duck as the disk whizzed by their heads. Now for a quiz. What two physical qualities of a Frisbee allow it to fly? This quiz is worth 10 points.

I did share my greasy treat with a new friend. His name is Walter. He did not complain that there was too much butter or that the box felt funny (he never actually held the box but I'm sure he would not have complained if he had). He just pecked the popcorn off of the ground.
Wow, this has been a pretty useless post. But hey you're the one who wasted your time reading it.