Tech Support is on the road this week (he fixes other people’s tech, too), and last night he sent me this picture from his hotel room:
I’m still trying to suss out the reason for this policy. Is popcorn a fire hazard, because people keep pressing the “potato” button instead? Or is it just because the smell of buttery deliciousness exuding from room 314 causes seething resentment among the rest of the guests?
While he’s dealing with his popcornless existence, I’m dealing with this:
That bottle by the monitor contains water, not liquor. That way, if I succeed in reaching the elusive flow state, I don’t have to get up and go downstairs to the kitchen to get some arsenic-free water from the R/O tap (we’re on a well).
How’s your week going? Having more fun than we are?