I'm not vegetarian, I just don't eat meat. I heard someone say the above with a perfectly serious voice. I grinned maniacally at my coffee cup but I didn't laugh out loud. That's control, that is. In fact, I experienced several wacky moments at lunch yesterday over at the Ladera espresso bar. That was one; another was a 50-ish, soignee woman advising the young, dreadlocked barista that left-handed people have their brain lobes exactly opposite from right-handed people. I was dying to hear how this would work but just then I had to give my order (double tall skinny cap) and I missed it. Boy, is it good to be home in California where any outlandish theory can be sustained for an inordinately long time. Sometimes I wonder what ever happened to Harriet, my former co-worker who gave up paralegal work to go into the export business, bringing back special sand from Indonesia for sand tray therapy. |