From the "quite possibly a group of carnies" table--"I've seen a lot of things. I've seen a midget at 400lbs."
From the booth behind me--the ring tone for the girl sitting behind me was "Carry On My Wayward Son" by Kansas if I remember correctly. I think I visibly shuddered.
From the guy ordering at the front counter--"How big is the burrito? Six inches? Smaller? Larger?" Makes one wonder what he needed the burrito for exactly...
From me as I consumed my last chip with salsa before heading out, the salsa dripping onto my lovely lavender shirt--"Figures."
Also--is it wrong of me to not be super impressed with Michael Phelps and the number of medals he's getting? I mean, he can compete multiple times during the games so of course he can possibly generate those sorts of numbers. Show me someone who can only have the chance of getting one medal per Olympics who gets those numbers and I'll be really awed.
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