I like when Granola bars are described as 'enrobed' in chocolate.
On Friday some guy in his 50's looked over at me across the street, walking toward him (me: typically fast walking, brown bagged bottle of wine in hand)stopped in his tracks and with a little pause said "A Professional,...would do better". I was already on edge and thanks to being back on the birth control hormone wagon this comment was so startling it almost put me in tears. A wine soaked evening with Alicia quickly fixed that. And what a weird fucking evening it was.