tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499217243284937366.post7741875889225294768..comments2024-03-25T08:56:25.810-04:00Comments on TKIN: Philosopher Encounters Modern Life: We Love The Bad, The Stupid, The Vapid, The ObsequiousPatricia Marinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16087880431696831634noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499217243284937366.post-5295455730393394792012-06-20T11:06:34.824-04:002012-06-20T11:06:34.824-04:00Ha! Great story, Greg. But the best part is "...Ha! Great story, Greg. But the best part is "chip sandwiches." WTF?Patricia Marinohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16087880431696831634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499217243284937366.post-85920771427502670422012-06-19T10:32:37.584-04:002012-06-19T10:32:37.584-04:00Nice post. It reminds me of this time when I was h...Nice post. It reminds me of this time when I was having some drinks with three other guys at my friend's apartment on St-Laurent Boulevard in Montreal (not in the middle of the bar scene but on the outskirts). Two of my friends had shitty jobs at the time and needed to get something to eat. They went to the corner store, bought bread and potato chips and made `chip sandwiches' (we must have been almost thirty at the time, so this was not at all a reasonable meal). One of the two, Al, halfway through his chip sandwich, out on the balcony, sick of his lot in life and certainly the remainder of the sandwich, became angry as he saw some spendy car pass. He threw the chip sandwich at the car and it really lands square on. Two minutes later, back inside, we hear the doorbell ring. We imagined it is the guy from the car, but no. Three young women were impressed by the guy who threw his sandwich at the car and invited us to the bar that they were at across the street. They had no interest in anyone but Al.Greg Lavershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16198849599945859257noreply@blogger.com