A Mexican restaurant I pulled up to looked great. Only one problem - it wasn't open.
So I jotted down the name for another day. Just then, a man came out of the restaurant and took a peek at what I'd written.
"That's not the name of the restaurant," he said, pointing to the sign over the door. "That's Spanish for 'Closed on Mondays.'"
I read recipes the same way I read science fiction...
I read to the end and say, "Well, that's not going to happen."
Just once, I want a username and password prompt to say: "Close Enough."
One minute you're young and fun...
The next minute you're turning down the stereo in the car so you can see better.