Thursday, June 22, 2006

Out of Place



For some reason there is a mint in the stairwell of my work. I am pretty sure there are not normally mints there. Why is it there? It reminds me of a Sesame Street song.

"One of these stairwells is not like the others,
One of these stairwells just doesn't belong,
Can you tell which stairwell is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?"

It's the one with the mint!

(Must get back on the medicine...)

San Nakji for President!

6 comments:

The Archivist said...

That mint is quite unique and individualistic!

Cergie said...

I wonder how that mint tastes ;-)
Did you lick it and then let it there for somebody else ?
Once, my son Eti was 18 monthes old and as I was busy, he found and licked all the pills from a box that my brother had given me... My brother was doing his military time as a doctor and he had plenty pills against influenza.
So, my little boy was watching me with big innocent eyes and this box full of wet pills in his two little hands...
We were quickly at the hospital...
onljt
I wrote enough underneath for a week...
onljt

Tim Rice said...

Great song to remember for the ocasion. ;)

Curious_G said...

I've heard people commenting that the stairs at your work were mint! And there you go! They are *shrugs*

Oricon Ailin said...

What a waste of a good mint. Hmmm, I wonder why it's there. hehehe

Ashley said...

I am thinking you are about my age. You may be on the other side of the world from me, but we seem to have similar pop cultural references from childhood.