Umm... Sweetie?

A Missed Opportunity

I very rarely remember my dreams, but I had one yesterday; I was a young black woman wandering through a food court. I was hungry and had no money, so I stole a Personal Pan Pizza with pepperoni from Pizza Hut.

The Doctor (David Tennant version) arrived and sat at my table, and we discussed how something strange and unusual was going on in the area. I didn't help him with any daring do, we just had a chat and some pizza.

Who dreams about The Doctor and doesn't dream that they themselves are a Timelord? And a food court? I can't even dream about an alien planet? That's right up there with dreaming you are on the starship Enterprise, and you're one of the guys who cleans toilets.

That Ain't Sanitary, Yo

Let's say you're in the bathroom at work, taking care of some sulfurous business... When the transaction is complete, you have to pull up your pants, tuck in your shirt, buckle your belt, retie your bow tie, reconnoiter your spats, and so on, before you can even leave the stall to head to the sink and wash up.

Whose bright design idea was this? Why is there no tiny little rinse-and-dab sink plus auto-dispensing soap right there in easy reach next to the toilet, low, close, and readily available before you even consider standing up?

Who wants poop cooties on their pants, belt, and shirt? I can tell you sir, it is not me.