Observation of the Day

You know you're a tool when you use chop sticks at Noodles & Company. You are at Noodles! You find the one thing on the menu that has an Asian flare to it and you find it necessary to use chop sticks. Does it taste better using chop sticks? Is it different then the other noodles on the menu that makes it easier to eat with chop sticks? What if you weren't eating Asian noodles, would you use a fork? Or do you just use chop sticks all the time? Is that your preferred method of shoveling food into your mouth? Sticks are a better invention then a fork? What if you were eating enchiladas? Would you chop them up with your skinny wooden swords and eat it like sushi? Do you carry your own sticks around with you just like a pool shark carrys his pool cue? When you bring your kid to McDonalds, do you say, "Hold on sport, I have to run back to the car to grab my chop sticks to muscle down those McNuggets." You are a tool bag. You are at Noodles. Just eat your food. I get it if you are at an Asian restaurant or a sushi joint and want to take in the full experience and use some sticks, but your not. To take it a step further. You are the guy who goes to those places and believe you are in the middle of the Orient. When you walk into that place, you are the jackass who bows to the Asian guy working the front door named Phil who's never been out of California. I hope you would give the same level of respect to Ronald McDonald.

Physics

A mouse and the bottom of my foot should not occupy the same space at the same time. It could be deadly. How does that happen? You can't manually catch a mouse if you tried, yet I managed to exterminate a mouse with the bottom of my foot by accident. Am I that good? Should I open up an "all natural" rodent extermination company? My company slogan would be "No sprays or fum'as ......I use my Puma's" The death took place right outside of my garage door. I had just walked past the same area 15 seconds beforehand with the lights on and there was no mouse there lying on the ground. How did I manage this? I'm fast, but I know I'm not that fast. Was it mouse suicide? Did the mouse say, "To hell with this, I can take this NO MORE", and ran underneath my foot as it decended to the floor? It had to be. What are the chances this was purely coincidental?