Toilet talk

In our new office we have fancy toilets. They are the kind that flush up for liquid waste and down for solid waste.

The handles are even labeled as "coated" to protect them from germs. ...I think that's odd. Cool, but odd. I only flush public toilets with my foot anyway, but my shoe is now exposed to fewer germs. But I do wonder, is this a coating that never wears away or one that gets reapplied.

Anyway, I like coated toilet handles!

The weirdest thing

Matt and I were driving in Vancouver the other day, right around 5 pm. I was stopped at a red light behind several cars and several cars in the right lane next to me. Suddenly we heard some loud, long-drawn out honking. I looked in my rearview mirror, a little confused where the honking was coming from and who it was directed to. Come to find out, it’s a woman in the car behind me. She’s honking and honking and honking…with no sign of her stopping. I kept an eye on her through my rearview mirror, conscious of the red light and the nearby drivers staring at us.

Matt and I were totally boggled. Do I know her? Does she think the light is green and we’re just stopped for the heck of it? Maybe someone stuck a “F*** you” bumper sticker on the back of my car. Or maybe she hates Gonzaga and my license plate frame offends her. She must think I’m someone else. I don’t think I cut anyone off. Maybe she had a bad day at work…

Then I saw something flying out of her driver’s side window (the honking is still going strong). She started throwing change out her window. And not just pennies! I saw silver mixed in there. Is she trying to tell me something?

The light turned green. I hoped that the movement of traffic would put a cease to the honking madness. It didn’t. She was driving close on my trail and still laying on the horn. Maybe it’s stuck on? I decided that she might be in a big hurry so I got into the right lane so she could move on through. Only she followed right behind me into the same lane. HM. Okay, at this point Matt and I are even more confused.

It was about time for me to make my left hand turn to our destination. I was a little nervous that she would follow us into the parking lot and chuck change at my head. But I turned left. She kept honking and glaring at me, but she drove on. And the honking stopped. Matt and I looked at each other and spent the next half hour analyzing what this crazy woman might have been thinking. I guess I’ll never know.

What do you think was going on???

Quick and dirty post

I don't really have time to post but I know my blog is really sad...so I'm sharing a brief glimpse into my trip to Alaska. It was beautiful...so beautiful that it makes my novice photographs look much better than they really are. The kayak/beach picture is my favorite.