Police Action on the Orange Line

I'm on my way to rehearsal the other night when the train suddenly stays stopped at Back Bay. There's loud voices and a lot of rubbernecking. The conductor, a nice motherly sort under normal circumstances it would seem, is out leading cops back and forth, "I saw him throw it like a football the length of the car..." I hear her say at one point. It doesn't help that there's an insistent pan handler dressed in only a short leather coat on board. Finally we begin to move and she comes over the intercom, "Sorry about that, we had a police action...they threw a strawberry shake in the last car...sorry." I like that she took the trouble to let us know the flavor of the shake. I hear a cop outside "Isolate that car when it gets to the Hills!" Apparently they had trouble nabbing the strawberry shake hurler.

Lamest Office Birthday Celebration ever?

Apparently it got tacked on to the end of a meeting because when I showed up in this fairly small conference room dominated by a huge table, everyone was sitting around still sort of staring at the tiniest writing I've even seen projected on a screen. I was welcomed heartily and grabbed the requisite slice of cake. The organizer of the fun event was yelling out people's names and ascertaining if she had their birth dates, presumably in preparation for future festive events. Having determined she had everyone listed, she promptly left. Uncomfortable silence ensued. Eventually it was determined whose birthday we were actually celebrating. Uncomfortable small talk ensued. People left en masse. The meeting people continued to look dazed at this unwelcome invasion. Good times!

Filet-O-Fish-less

I had a hankering for one the other day, one of my favorite disgusting foods. To my chagrin I discovered the MacDonalds that was in the Children's Museum has closed! Where the hell am I supposed to get my greasy fish fix now?