The World Series game last week got me thinking: What is it about a big team win that makes people wanna get all destructive? I have nothing against man-hugging a complete stranger when my team wins, but I have never had the urge to help other fans- of the winning team, mind you- flip over a car and set it on fire. Maybe I’m weird.
I realized today that sometimes after I see what time it is on an analog clock (the one with the hands), I double-check myself on a digital clock.
Sometimes when I write or type “their” it looks wrong until I re-do it as “thier.” I know the ‘I’ before ‘E’ except after ‘C’ rule, but it has always offended me because my name is K-E-I-T-H. I guess I am the exception.
Why is it that people never want to admit that they were asleep during the day? I will call a friend and say, “Oh sorry, were you asleep?” Despite the fact that they obviously were sleeping, they usually lie about it. I know I have. I guess we don’t want people to think that we are lazy.