You Can Lead a Horticulture but You Can’t Make Her Cook

This evening the clerk at 7-11 made a meager attempt to flirt with me by striking up a conversation about my nine or ten Cliff/Power/Luna Bars and bottle of SmartWater. My sleepy, grungy, Sunday self was so completely thrown off that I felt obligated to explain away my purchases with technology.


You must need a lot of energy.



Me? No, I just like to have quick stuff to eat at work.



What do you do?



Um, I’m in marketing.



Oh.



Blogging is hard work!


I’m tempted to start ending all awkward conversations with this line. “Oh man, I’ve got a big blog entry coming up tomorrow. Better carb load!”