Well, it's got two peoples gravy on it, some butter, and a splash of butterscotch shake. Honestly, you'd think we'd never eaten at Mel's while trying to write on the back of a placemate. Next time we'll try to keep it clean, or at least squirt it with a bit of that vanilla-scented body spray that Pete always seems to have around.
On the way to dinner last night, half the staff got yelled at by some young lady in a red car — high school classes must have just ended judging by the crowd outside William's. Well, all I heard was "... ode!" So I asked, "What the hell kind of insult ends with 'ode'?" Thus, a mastHEAD question was born. I've been told since that she said, "Get off the road!" but it made more sense to see what the Production Night team thought were possibilities. In attendance were Dave Nicholson (You wish you were blowed), Greg Taylor (You sing in a Myxolydian mode), Laymond Rai (I picked you up with Java code), Ken Chung (You should get that ass towed), Jason Lau (Can't you just implode), Phil Dilts (If losers were standing waves, you'd be a node), and Richard Bilson was there too, but his answer was just a little over the top ... or did the sheet just never get to him?
Well, thank you to Pete's housemate/Mel waitress who managed to handle six consecutive shakes and two ice teas with only one mix-up (and butterscotch and banana are such similarly coloured flavours, who could blame her — I mean, she was colourblind). Thank you also to the folks at Graphics, who are so friendly when I wander in confused and dazed, then always get the issues done very early so I don't have to come in before 8 on Friday. Wow, usually this is my shortest paragraph, now there's an overload.
Bradley T Smith (Shut up ... ode.)
Pete Lizak (You're oscillating in a harmonic mode)