objects at rest stay at rest even if they drag themselves to work.

today at work my coworker asked if anyone had change for a dollar because she needed quarters for her parking meter. shortly thereafter, i found a quarter in my bagsack to donate to her fund.

then this TRAUMARAMA —

i wanted to say “here’s a quarter. i would be more than happy to give this to you.”

instead i said “here’s a quarter. you would be more than happy for me to give this to you.“

then i ran to the bathroom shrieking in embarrassment. i’m still there, 4 hours later, trembling in the stall as i type. communicating via blackberry souffle.

my new cellphone comes with a squish and splat ringtone
photo courtesy of Flickr and dogbomb