Today, Doc Greene alluded to the "broken window theory" whilst talking to Young Bo'. The reference was lost on her. But me, while I do not subscribe to the theory, it's been so long since I'd discussed sociology with anyone that instead of trying to pretend that I wasn't eavesdropping, I shouted, 4 cubicles down, "Yes! Broken window! Soc!" -- which I now realize isn't even a complete sentence. I am the coolest kid. Ever.
Speaking of cool kids, I just hung out with a few that are not, having dined with Dwighters, Liz, Emo, and the Landlady. While I'm not bffs with any of them, I can't imagine 4 people I'm more comfortable having dinner with. I trust their judgments on what's wrong and what's funny. And they're usually both. (Except for Dwight's V-neck sweaters. Nothing wrong there.) We went to Border Cafe, where I freaked Emo out by predicting her every move (queso, empanadas, guac, no sauce, and drink to go- I'm very Robin Williams in One-Hour-Photo) and where we had a waiter who we thought Emo had charmed. He was gracious, quick with banter, and kept bringing us free sides and refills-- until we saw the bill. And realized that nothing was actually free. He was just a guacamole pusher. Now I wish I could go back and spit in his food.
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