After a discouraging morning at work, I journeyed to a slightly farther-away restaurant than usual, in search of an invigorating lunch. (By this I mean that they have free refills on coffee.) After eating, feeling much perkier, I noticed for the first time that one of this restaurant’s signs is missing a letter, so that it was directing me to The Restooms.
I was happily distracted from the boring biological activities of the next two minutes by imagining my vacation to The Restooms. These must be a series of interconnected caves of unusual smoothness and beauty, furnished with embroidered silk pillows for lounging. I think they’re in North Africa somewhere. I felt more relaxed just imagining being there.
Then, on my way back toward work, I noticed a new restaurant with the highly disturbing name of Chick’n Bubbly. Their signature dish must be horribly fermented chicken–no, maybe it’s one of those highly engineered vegan chick’n products made of genetically modified soybeans or filamentous fungus. As I drew closer, I could read smaller words on the sign, which explained that this establishment offers “chicken bites & bubble tea.” So you go in there to get a bubble tea, and a chicken bites you. Fun for the whole family!
Earth is quite an entertaining place if you just read the signs and let your caffeine-fueled mind roam freely.