Easy, Knowles.
This afternoon, I went off in search of warming sustenance in the Dinkytown neighborhood. Whilst enjoying a fine specimen of Potbelly's delicious wares and basking in the undulating waves of heat being radiated from the magic moving toaster oven, an exciting thing happened: Bootie season came. Big, puffy snowflakes fell from the sky and began accumulating on the street, passersby, Loring's festive holiday adornments, and the light-cloaked trees. The sandwich purveyor's employees were giddy with the arrival of the snow and the feeling of Christmas was definitely in the air. It is about time, though, really. Everywhere in the Midwest, including immediately north, south, east, and west of the city, has already been smacked by snow. Here in the Polis, however, life has had a definite brown and oh-God-I-can't-feel-my-extremities type of feel to it. It was nice to see some snow and the accompanying lack of wind. Happy Advent and whatnot.
Have you ever heard an engineer try to make a joke? By admitting that you have actually read this far in the post, you cannot honestly make the claim that you have not suffered through such an event. Engineers = Really, really bad comics. This is a fact. Bootie season started today. The number of bootie related jokes amongst people who can barely speak English in the NFC has been enough to turn my stomach. Today is the day that, in addition to our gloves, coveralls (smock), hood, goggles, bunny booties, and the occasional blast helmet, chemical apron, and nitrile gloves, we now have to wear another set of booties in the clean room to catch any snow/salt/sand. My feet are super protected now. Yay, winter booties.
It's bootie season.
Have you ever heard an engineer try to make a joke? By admitting that you have actually read this far in the post, you cannot honestly make the claim that you have not suffered through such an event. Engineers = Really, really bad comics. This is a fact. Bootie season started today. The number of bootie related jokes amongst people who can barely speak English in the NFC has been enough to turn my stomach. Today is the day that, in addition to our gloves, coveralls (smock), hood, goggles, bunny booties, and the occasional blast helmet, chemical apron, and nitrile gloves, we now have to wear another set of booties in the clean room to catch any snow/salt/sand. My feet are super protected now. Yay, winter booties.
It's bootie season.
Yarr, surrender the booty... or booties.
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Lizett! |
1:31 AM