leftover

lasagna is always a treat. i'll eat it warm or cold. i don't care. it's good either way. the real advantage to eating it cold is that i don't burn myself, which i just did. it's a roof of the mouth in the back burn. a few days ago the girl and i grabbed a bit to eat at some bus stop grease pit. it was a long narrow room. right behind the order taker was the cook and the grill. literally right behind. they would both have to turn sideways to pass each other. when we were giving our order it was quite obvious that the cook could hear us too since he was just as close, but the order taker actually yelled back the order to him. he just stared off into space since this surely happens all of the time and will never stop. little big man told his wife "happy thanksgiving" yesterday. i think he needs to take a vacation. that would benefit everyone. no fingers man wrote envirement on a board for everyone to see today and he wrote everything before the meeting so it wasn't a time/under pressure thing. i think i'll spend the rest of the day trying to determine the thread count of the material on my cube wall.