Travel & Lifestyle Freelance Writer | Market Research Consultant
Now I love me some PB and J (as long as the J is grape … that’s key).
But somehow a sandwich that was smooshed into a baggie, stuffed into a backpack, toted up to the top of Longs Peak and then lugged back down, survived a toasty car trip back to Boulder and lasted two nights on a dark pantry pantry shelf just doesn’t have quite the same appeal.
Thou shalt not leaveth overripe melon carcasses to rot beneath the kitchen sink before leaving for an extended weekend away from the homestead.
And this rule goes into effect immediately …
One that has been playing far too frequently of late–an advertisement for ice cream–ends with this little nugget of imbecility: “Tastes so good because it is so good!”
Really marketing people? That’s the best you could come up with?
Let’s think about this in a slightly different way, though.
“Tastes like shit because it is shit!”
Hmmm …
On a scale of one to 10, approximately how rude would it be for me to tap the woman sitting two tables away on the shoulder and inform her that the lady she’s talking with is only two fricking feet away from her!?
Criminy!
I don’t know what’s worse.
All of the undergraduates who are returning to Boulder, obliviously wandering around campus with ears covered by headphones and eyes glued to their most recent text message …
Or their parents, who can’t drive, don’t know what a bike lane is and make a trip to Target feel like a run-in with an errant mob.
Chilling (well, actually working my buns off) over at Starbucks today, and this dude is totally rocking out on his guitar. It’s pretty awesome.
Makes me think that more people should practice their instruments in public places.
Well, as long as they’re good.
And not asking for money.