Cat Experiences "Chipotle Syndrome" with Tropical Plant

You try to stop going there so much. You know how you're going to feel after you leave, it happens every time, your stomach is going to burst, you feel deposits of lard growing on your midsection, whatever. But you went back, didn't you? You couldn't stay away! The barbacoa beckons, the guacamole makes you swoon, your mouth waters at the thought of the corn salsa, and suddenly, there you are, standing at the counter on another weeknight, ordering up another fat-ass burrito that's going to give you the runs. And so it is with the tropical foliage in our living room. It's been making Car throw up. But she loves it, she can't stay away, and whenever we're gone, she climbs back in there and starts chomping away. Gross. Pukey MacPukers.

Speaking of Chipotle, I had an amusing experience there today. I walked into the restaurant and saw one of Greg's clients from the law office, I gave him a quick smile and then stood in line. He loitered around the doorway for a minute and then came up and started talking to me, something about the book he was reading, asked me a few questions, small talk, whatever. Then he said, "So...do you work downtown?" And I suddenly realized, he had no idea who I was and (if I may be so bold to suggest) was trying to hit on me! What? There was a slight awkward moment as I told him I worked for Greg and had actually worked on his file quite a bit (I think I wrote his appellate brief)(I didn't tell him that)(Disconcerting, I suppose, to have someone you were hoping to ask on a date suddenly tell you they know pretty much your entire history).