Coin Catch
Feeling lazy and tired and overworked and hungry, on the way home I stopped by Taco Bell for a bean burrito and a meatless Mexican pizza (of all fast food places, it still strikes me as weird that Taco Bell seems to be the most veggie friendly, especially when I don't feel like being too cautious — aside from that one quick little glance inside the pizza just to make sure, of course). Having just emptied the change my pants pocket into a mug on my office desk (for emergency snacks), I didn't really feel like putting the 17 cents right in there, so decided to drop it in the little catch-the-coin game instead (not caring if I won, but figuring the Children's Miracle Network could use it more than I at the moment).
Wouldn't you know, this is the first time ever that a coin landed on the little platform in the water?
Wouldn't you also know, that after I'd suddenly gotten all excited about possibly winning free cinnamon crisps or something, I realized that the coin on the platform was a penny, which doesn't win anything. At least the money still went to a good cause, and didn't have the cost of some cinnamon crisps carved out of it. . . .
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Under similarly irony-ridden circumstances, last night I caught the movie Secretary on TV. I'd been wanting to see it for a while, and I have to say, I was relatively pleased. (It's odd how James Spader keeps getting all the parts like this: Secretary, Sex Lies & Videotape, Crash — it's like the fetish-oriented movies sort of go looking for him. "So I'm thinking of making this movie about a guy who's obsessed with sex in fast food restaurants...." "Got Spader yet?" "Um, not yet." "Huh. Perhaps you should try a different script then.").
Anyway, what should I find when I get home and check my email but a lovely little message from Netflix saying that they'd just shipped Secretary for me to watch. What's worse is that this is the second time this has happened. I don't remember the first movie, but I felt equally dumb that time, too.
Wouldn't you know, this is the first time ever that a coin landed on the little platform in the water?
Wouldn't you also know, that after I'd suddenly gotten all excited about possibly winning free cinnamon crisps or something, I realized that the coin on the platform was a penny, which doesn't win anything. At least the money still went to a good cause, and didn't have the cost of some cinnamon crisps carved out of it. . . .
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Under similarly irony-ridden circumstances, last night I caught the movie Secretary on TV. I'd been wanting to see it for a while, and I have to say, I was relatively pleased. (It's odd how James Spader keeps getting all the parts like this: Secretary, Sex Lies & Videotape, Crash — it's like the fetish-oriented movies sort of go looking for him. "So I'm thinking of making this movie about a guy who's obsessed with sex in fast food restaurants...." "Got Spader yet?" "Um, not yet." "Huh. Perhaps you should try a different script then.").
Anyway, what should I find when I get home and check my email but a lovely little message from Netflix saying that they'd just shipped Secretary for me to watch. What's worse is that this is the second time this has happened. I don't remember the first movie, but I felt equally dumb that time, too.