PRIDE OF TEXAS - NACOGDOCHES EDITION
Luckily, I was able to escape the dried sweat crotch-rot popcorn scent of Continental's baggage claim at IAH and haul my ass up here to Nacogdoches. Say it fast and that's how it sounds - silent 'g'.
In the hospital this morning I came across a piece of pie. Mmmm...delicious. No. Bacterialicious. Fungilicious. Gorganzolicious. That's right. This department has been under construction for months. This cake, albeit made with a lot of preservatives, is moldy like a Roquefort. The picture is total crap though.
A lot of that isn't frosting. Nice how the fork is still there, slightly cracking open the container to let in (or out!) some tainted air. I saw this and felt fortunate I was working in the data center most of the day and not near the treatment console. Too lazy to move it, I continue to stare at this ancient artifact whenever I enter the treatment area. Thankfully, there are no treatments going on currently.
2 Comments:
excellent! spores everywhere! i bet there are spores in your hair. and in your lungs.
It's like finding something old in your fridge, and then putting it back b/c it's not moldy yet, and then finding it again, putting it back b/c it's just a little moldy, and waiting for it to turn pure black (or white, or pink) to finally throw it out.
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