Ordered hot wings (that genuinely weren't hot in the slightest — just slathered in sweet and sour sauce) and they came with a pack of Huggies wipes.
Wonder how long after eating they intended for me to make use of them.
Ordered hot wings (that genuinely weren't hot in the slightest — just slathered in sweet and sour sauce) and they came with a pack of Huggies wipes.
Wonder how long after eating they intended for me to make use of them.
I am going to sleep extremely well tonight. Cocktails jet-lagged and sleep deprived.
Coach B is normally the quiet one. Today apparently it's A and G, which unfortunately means that I can't do an awful lot about those damn babies and their loud mothers.
By loud, I mean they pierce through Wagner on isolating earphones.
In happier news, that exam I was quite sure I'd failed turned out not to be a total disaster.
Remember the times when sites only required a 6-character password?
(Just having a moment of nostalgia.)