Sports Writer, Woodbridge, Va.

Ouch, Xan. Ouch.

That's all I can say.

 

Yeah, I can't say more because the reporter (not sure if the reporter checks in here) would probably figure out my cryptic musing. What I can say, wink wink, is that the reporter knows how to paint the dancefloor a yeehaw shade of yellow.

 

With vomit?

 

Are you talking about Sawdog? He's painted a few floors in his day.

 

It's beginning to smell like foreskin in here.

 

Speaking of, I ate at the Denny's near Pot Mills on my way back from D.C. last night. It sucked and was full of douchebags. I knew I should have held out for the $10 20-ounce ribeye at the Iron Skillet at the Carmel Church truck stop.

This either has nothing to do with the job opening, or everything to do with it.

 

Me thinks Mystery Meat should apply for the PotNews opening.

 

Would, but I'm too rich for their blood. And even if I weren't, I'd have to live in a commune to make it work money-wise. Or I could get a PT job at the IKEA and live on meatballs and 99-cent breakfasts.

 

This is an excellent job with plenty of opportunities, both on the local and national levels. There is also freedom to expand on your individual talents; the SE gives you that space to be creative. A great job for someone eager to work and get noticed.

 

And yet I applied for the job today. Hey, IKEA, need a stocker?

 

$5.99 salmon and mashed potatoes. Lingonberry parfait-type-thing. Sadly, I could eat at that IKEA cafeteria often.

 

Food court in Pot Mills has lots of cheap options