Thursday, September 18, 2014

The Bus Stop Vigilante

This morning I was sitting at the bus stop when I noticed that the lady sitting next to me kind of smelled like roasted marshmallows. I was wondering why and how anyone would smell like that when I noticed a bit of smoke floating by.

As the minutes passed my concern grew, where was the smoke coming from and why didn't anyone else seem to be bothered by it? The bus appeared to be running late and I didn't really have anything better to do so I decided to investigate.

I walked around the bus stop and noticed that the garbage appeared to be the source of the smoke. A quick peek revealed a still lit cigarette happily smoldering away at the garbage in the bin. The amount of smoke emanating from the garbage was growing at a substantial rate.

My investigation garnered the attention of some of the people at the bus stop but they merely sat and stared at me with blank expressions on their faces. My fellow patrons, armed only with their blatant stupidity, were clearly unequipped to handle the situation.

Being the hero that I am, I quickly took out my water bottle and doused the burning bin with a generous amount of water. The cigarette sputtered before admitting defeat and the bus arrived to whisk me away to work.

And that is the story of how I heroically saved the patrons of my bus stop from dying in a horrible fire started by some careless idiot who couldn't be bothered to properly dispose of their cigarette.

Next time I'll try to remember my cape.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Crockpot Frenzy

The other day The Crazy Lady came home with an adorable 3.5 liter crockpot. I decided that I wanted one as well so yesterday morning we headed to the supermarket to see if they had any left.

Luckily for us they still had a couple of boxes on display. The Crazy Lady and I raided the display case and absconded with three crockpots (for assorted family members), and a couple of other pots and pans.

We spent the rest of the day running a bunch of other errands and picked up some other useful things for my apartment. Next stop was S&S's house to deliver one of the crockpots. We hung out with them for a while and I got some awesome (slightly belated) birthday presents.

Today I spent most of my day looking through my closets and packing stuff up in boxes. I'm not really sure how I acquired so much clothing (and junk in general) but it might be time to get rid of some stuff.... Like these vintage school shirts that I found at the back of my closet still in mint condition. But seriously, never been worn! (I did however cut the necks off of some of them because they told me not too and I'm kind of a bad ass....)


We're also experimenting with our new crockpot in the form of some tomato vegetable soup. So far it smells pretty good and I'm pretty excited for dinner.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

The Wine Festival

Last night my family attended the annual wine festival at the Israel Museum. There were lots of wines to taste so we split up into two groups to make sure we covered all of them. The Crazy Lady and The Mad Man started at the top of the festival while Timmy, Z and I headed to the end and worked our way back to the front.
Tabor's Adama II series was exceptionally good, with the Lehava being my personal favorite.
 Tishbi also had some nice wines to offer but their free chocolates really helped them stand out from the crowd. I enjoyed their 70% chocolate so much that the girl handing out the samples eventually stopped handing them to me leaving me no choice but to send in delegates. In my defense, they weren't very big pieces of chocolate...
When we felt that we had tasted most of the wines, we found The Parentals and conferred on our favorites.
Second (and some third) rounds were made and we re-tasted our favorites. After our last round some of us were feeling tipsier than others and the designated driver (The Crazy Lady) decided that it was time to head home.

Boy am I glad that I'm working a night shift...

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Randall And Friends

The other day at work one of our "office pets" was evicted after running across the assistant managers foot and failing to pay his rent.
Randall T. Cockroach
Later that same day we evicted a squatter from a pair of pants hanging in the store. The squatter (a black cricket who was mistaken for a cockroach and caused quite the ruckus) was a little more stubborn than his friend but we managed to get him out of the store.

I don't know about you but I feel like it might be time to call an exterminator....