The hypertext online internet web log of Chris

Doctors’ waiting rooms must be the most depressing place ever.

At least there’s a point to a funeral. Waiting is just pointless.

The walls are so boring…

Are you living with cancer?

Do you care for an elderly person?

Cheesy face?

Put up a poster of something nice; a kitten or badger at least.

Why make a spoon especially for a food? And if you are going to make a special spoon, at least make it easy to use.

Soup spoons are like twice the width of a normal one. You look like you got a massive gob trying to eat soup.

And don’t get me started on fish knives. That has to be the least used invention ever.

There’s a small bunch of people in the office that I will happily talk to as friends. It’s the pointless small talk that I don’t care for.

“Hi Chris, How are you?”

“I’m good thanks, I had a nice weekend. Went shopping and went up town in the evening, how are you”…

… “Fine”.

Is that really the best they could do? Can’t they even stretch to include _any_ info. Why did I bother even answering?

If they were “just being polite”, then I class that as being rude.

You’re either polite or not polite…. not “just being polite”.

The rule is; if you haven’t got anything to answer your own question, then don’t ask me it.

Oh, and another rule; No small talk in the toilets. It’s just wrong.

Here’s a quick and thrifty money saving tip for you all.

Next time you are in the supermarket, don’t buy salt.

It’s as simple as that.

But what if you ever find yourself in need of some salt on your fish and chips?

For a delicious and natural seasoning, simply cry over your plate.