Things That Make You Ask Why, Part 10
Why has no one ever told me that I have been calling my furniture by the wrong name all these years? I was always under the impression that a “single person couch” was called… a chair. My bad.
Why do I think that google translate might be having some technical difficulties?
Why did I think I was on a hidden camera show last week? Because I was supposed to pick up lunch for a meeting and I couldn’t find anyone in the entire restaurant. According to the door it had been open for 20 minutes, yet, no one.
Here I am standing in the kitchen. Still… no one.
And also, while I’m standing there, in the kitchen, where exactly are they packing up these orders? Next door? At home? And where exactly is this bell? The arrow means nothing to me when it’s pointing to Velcro. Did the waitstaff take it with them, when they all left?
Why do I have no idea what shift they are hiring for?
Why am I fairly sure that whoever came up with this advertising campaign does not have children?
Why not glue your window shut?
Why on earth would any surgeon’s office have carpet that you can actually trip over? Really, so you are telling me that you decided that uneven carpet would be exactly the thing that your recovering patients hopped up on loopy drugs should be walking on. “Oh I’m sorry, did you fall and break your face? Good thing we do nose jobs here!”
That’s just mean
Why am I showing you a picture of a leg lamp in my kitchen? Because I forgot to show you this at Christmas and that irritates me, so I’m showing it to you now just because I thought it was awesome. Do I have some awesome holiday decorating skills or what?
Why am I also showing you this? Because I found this photo next to the leg lamp photo and realized I forgot to share both of them with you.
Why am I not allowed to listen to this?
WHY DO I HAVE TO LIVE HERE? “Oh don’t mind me, I’m just going to be 49 minutes late to work because I have to chisel my car out of an ice cube.”