Jasonisms

Just now, while ordering food at a deli, I had an incident that didn't need to happen Here's how it all went down: This particular deli you walk up to the counter, order your food, they bring it to you right then and there and then you go find your seat. Easy, right? Well, usually. Today it was far less busy than I thought it would be and I stepped up at my turn and ordered what I wanted. The girl behind the counter grabbed my food and a cup for the soda machine and slid them out to me. As I was paying I noticed my cup had a misshapen rim that wouldn't be conducive to a lid, so I asked, "Can I get a cup a lid will go on?" The woman who as taking my money pointed to the soda fountains, "Lids are over there." So, I tilted the cup down and showed her the rim that looked like it had been squished at some point or another, "No, I need a cup that a lid will go on." She looked at me again, indicated the general direction of the soda fountain a...

There is a post here on Google+ where someone posted an image that was obviously not theirs with nothing but a "photographer unknown" in the box that is usually reserved for content creation (hint: it's the same box you're reading this in). A commentor says, "this is good." https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Mad_Dog I respond with, "the picture of a child holding an AK47 is good?" The OP says, "It must be literal day." I'm assuming he's implying that I'm being too literal as he doesn't address the post to me or give any other context. Regardless, yes, it's literal day. Every day is literal day. Well, every day we communicate with each other anyway. That's why we have words and why those words have meaning. So that we can "literally" know what the other person is trying to communicate. The first commentor who merely stated, "This is good" could have been talking about the photo i...

Yesterday evening I was driving to the store for some grocery shopping when I passed the dog park where I usually take the dummies four or five days a week. It was about 5PM and the weather was supposed to turn for the worse so the parking lot didn't have much in the way of occupants. However, down by the creek, along the wood line, were a handful of police cruisers, their lights flashing red and blue in an area that can go years without seeing artificial light.  I counted four cruisers as I passed by.  For the remainder of the evening and then this morning I wondered what had brought so many police out to the dog park. Usually the rangers are called only if there's a confrontation or blood is spilled either by a dog or a person and almost never in the fifteen years I've been taking my dogs to the park has there been more than one or two rangers responding. Last evening there were four or five, county sheriffs, not rangers. I thought perhaps there was a fight between people...