Sunday Potpourri

Last night, Justin sent me a link to this HI-LA-RIOUS ad on Craigslist. Basically, it's a guy moving to San Francisco who's looking for a roommate. I sort of want to adopt him. (Fair warning: the ad itself has a lot of swearing. It's funny swearing though!)

Here's a part of the ad that made me laugh out loud:
I own almost nothing! I'm driving my car from Alabama to California in which I'll be transporting two duffelbags of clothes, one laptop computer, one guitar, one cell-phone with charger, 8 pairs of shoes, one picture frame, probably some condoms and a sh*tload of beef jerky and Pringles for the trip. Though, you can expect the jerky to be gone upon my arrival. Unless you'd like me to pick up some on my way into the city. See?! I'm the most considerate person you've ever met. I'm offering to buy you sh*t already!
As I flipped through the channels today, I found the scariest/grossest/most disgusting show ever on my TV guide. It was called...

"Bedbug Apocalypse"


You know, sometimes life beats you down. Sometimes a lot of bad things happen and you sort of question your faith in humanity. But then, something occurs that makes you believe in your fellow man again--something that makes you go, "People ain't so bad!"

This is one of those stories.

A few weeks ago, I was flying back to DC after a week-long trip to Seattle. My flight arrived around 1AM and, by the time I got my bags, it was already 2. Now, I know that airport parking lots are pretty safe but I was still paranoid. There I was, carrying two bulky bags and heading to the Long Term Parking Lot in the wee hours of the morning.

By myself.
Without pepper spray.
 Lacking any knowledge of karate.

Suffice to say, I was worried because 1.) I'm a worrier and 2.) I couldn't stop thinking about burglars jumping out of the shadows and stealing my laptop or my suitcase of antique shotguns. (Justin's family heirlooms.)

On the way to the parking lot---while I thought about besting the aforementioned burglars---I struck up a conversation with my shuttle driver. I was the only passenger on the van and I guess he felt a bad for me. He asked me about my trip and then we talked about traveling--he regaled me with stories of Egypt--and then he told me how he was looking forward to his long weekend, which would start right after he dropped me off.

When we reached Long-Term Parking Lot B, the driver took me straight to my car even though he didn't have to. Then, he proceeded to wait for me while I loaded my car and started my engine. He could have left sooner to start his long-awaited weekend, but he didn't. He made sure I was safe before he drove on.

Now that was kindness. Thank you, Shuttle Driver Man!

My newest favorite website (ie, TOTAL TIMESUCK) is Zooborns. Pictures of cute baby animals! Seriously, so addicting.

A baby sloth eating green beans! Aw!
A baby puffin sitting in a bucket! Aw!

A baby cheetah sitting in a bucket! Aw!
Honestly, what is it about baby animals getting weighed in buckets? It's just too adorable!

Happy Sunday!