


An omnibus of observations from the San Fernando Valley and beyond.

Charles Johnson has a 10-second rule . . . “In a laundromat you get a lot of eye drama,” he said. “That’s when someone may or may not like you and they look at you and you look at them and then you try not to look at them. So my rule is if you stare at me more than 10 seconds, I’ll talk to you and find out why you’re staring at me.”
“It’s pleasant here,” he said. “You never know who you’ll run into. What can I say, I really like the laundromat.”
“Mister, you’re not folding the towel properly,” the wife said. There you go being anal again,” the husband said. “We are talking about a towel."
"We are talking about my towel. Next we are going to be talking about folding your head.”
More at the New York Times

. . . if people will travel to Melton Mowbray for an authentic pork pie and pay extra for a Brandywine tomato, why not make a pilgrimage to the site where “one of the fastest growing and earliest-harvesting of all peas,” the Prince Albert, was first bred and grown?
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