something so cliche

...it made me want to share

10.02.05

I went to see Serenity with Tifling & Willybean, (HI WIL!) and then went out to dinner with some of their friends.

As per the norm, I forgot my packaged leftovers on the table. It's been happening my whole life, & pretty much if someone doesn't catch it before we leave the restaurant, I will probably remember the food all by myself 5% of the time, if that.

I also bought Anansi Boys, by Neil Gaiman at Borders, as did Willybean.

Now I want Thud, by Terry Pratchett, which Willybean already has. He said that after Tifling read it that I could borrow it, but I would prefer to own my own copy, since I have every single one of the regular books in the Discworld series, including the young adult fiction ones, & the slightly racy Nanny Ogg's Cookbook. And I just ordered it from Amazon because it is more economical that way. And I even ordered Three Incestuous Sisters, by Audrey Niffenegger, Where's My Cow? by Terry Pratchett, & Batman Begins on DVD, too.

Which is all well and good, but isn't the reason I'm sharing.

As I was driving home, I was waiting for the light to change at Albion, so I could turn onto Clark, when the doors on the car in front of me opened up, a bunch of Asian kids got out, ran around the car and all hopped back, right as the light was changing.

That's right, a Chinese Firedrill.

And even better, possibly a Chinese Chinese Firedrill, although a Vietnamese Chinese Firedrill, a Thai Chinese Firedrill, or even a Malaysian Chinese Firedrill would be almost as good.