Something is going on in my brain. And not in a good way. Maybe I broke it. That happens right? No, ok, maybe it's just a really bad sprain. At any rate, read on. You'll understand why I ask.
I was looking online at my bank statement, because that is the kind of daredevil thrill seeker I have become, when I noticed a check for $4. Hmmm, must investigate the enormous expense. Why would I have written such a huge check? (sarcasm in action, cool eh?)
So my bank lets me click on the item and it opens a scanned image of the check. I glance at the check and read MOFO. Now why would I have written a check to a mother fucker. What would I possibly be paying them for, apart from the um, uh...action described in the title, and this mother doesn’t pay for that. For a moment I am at a loss. Then I look at the payee again, not MOFO, it’s MFO, one of the vendors at the Farmer’s Market. And why didn’t I even stop to think “Hey, maybe you read that wrong!” Nope, I seriously wondered when and where I'd paid a MOFO.
Just a half hour later, while getting a cup of coffee in the break room, I saw this:
Great, why wouldn’t they love sports. Even be "crazy" for them. That makes sense, what with the Olympics and all. And it would make sense if I had actually read the title.
But I thought it said “China's Crazy for SPORKS!” and I paused to wonder why all the hubbub over the spoon-fork hybrid. Why are people congregating to snap photos in masses large enough to require chains of raglan-sleeve-shirted young men to hold them back from the plastic cutlery?
Yeah. They aren't. And really, that should have been obvious, right? I mean, look at the photo! Do you see any evidence of sporks?
So I have learned three very important things from this.
1. If something doesn't sound quite right, I should read it again.
2. I am gaining the reputation of "crazy lady who laughs to herself in the break room"
3. I need a nap.
Pasta ala Fridge
4 years ago