Stay away from the tainted mayonnaise
I paid the price last night for dabbling in other french fry condiments, different than the old ketchup stand by. The unsound mayonnaise/mustard sauce that they serve at the Chatterbox went down fine but made for a long-suffering night of toilet bowl push-ups and nauseating sleeplessness. Oh how I hate it when one of my favorite food spots delivers a sneaky solid upper cut to the mid section. I won’t be able to go back there for a while now. The good news, if there can be any when talking about food poisoning, is that I don’t have the terrible stomach flu that has been making its presence felt here in town by taking down entire high schools in a day. At first, my bets were being placed that I was the flu’s latest victim but I think I’ve moved past it now. A trip out to my favorite South Indian Restaurant for lunch has revived my spirit and settled the inner rebellion.

While laying around in pain this morning, I received a package from Amazon.com and chatted it up with the UPS guy for awhile. He told me that 40% of the packages that he’s delivered in the last week were from Amazon. And, he said that number will continue to rise until Christmas. That’s just nuts.