Isn’t it scary when you have a song stuck in your head and when you turn the radio on it’s playing? It just happened to me with Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls and Pandora. I don’t really know why it was in my head, but what a strange coincidence.
This got me to thinking of other weird or ironic situations.
The day I went to the clinic to get my busted finger checked out in Las Vegas, I saw a seagull chillin’ in the middle of Maryland Parkway. A seagull. In the desert.
What the?
That poor little dude must have popped his nonexistent bird pants when he realized that he wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
Once when I was hopping a plane to somewhere, there was a tall white woman in a two-piece bikini in the McCarran International Airport security check line. I think she used the standard, “What happens in Vegas…” or “It’s Vegas, baby!” (I hate when people say this, by the way. I know it’s Vegas. I live here.) to defend herself.
Weird.
People are generally bad at spelling and grammar, but some are especially bad at homonyms. It appalls me that anyone with a college degree… no, scratch that. It appalls me that anyone older than 16 can’t spell common words correctly. Your and you’re are not hard to distinguish. Neither are to and too. There, their and they’re are taught right after the alphabet. What is the problem, people? I’m a spelling Nazi because someone has to tell you that you’re wrong or you’ll never re-learn something you should already know.
I’m tilting myself thinking about some of this stuff, so I’m just going to post this. Comment anything you find applies. Bye!
