An unpleasant mystery

Photo courtesy of
‘Jerk Festival ’09’
courtesy of ‘Bob B. Brown’

I wish passiveagressivenotes or their submitter had specified exactly where in Herndon this happened. I have to be out there once in a while and I’d just as soon avoid a place with dining companions like this.

I am inspired to modify my favorite moment from Heathers.

Doesn’t this cafeteria have a “No Fatties Allowed” rule?
Well they, uh, seem to have an open door policy for assholes though, don’t they?

Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.

Hmm, guess I just did.

My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.


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