Lunch and learn

The program today includes a box lunch. After shuffling through the line with everyone else, I found a table with two darling little old ladies. A third soon joined us.

Two of them were delightful. The third? Yeah. I dined with a sweet little blue-eyed, white-haired bigot. Holy crap. Although we tried desperately to steer the conversation elsewhere, she managed to drive it right back to such conversational gems as welfare, teen pregnancy, rap, and violence. Which according to her only afflict "the blacks." The only humorous part of it was the fact that she seems rather stuck in the 80s, as breakdancing and Atari were also mentioned.

I stuffed a mediocre turkey and artichoke sandwich in my mouth, washed it down with a Dr. Pepper, and beat it. Along with one of the other white-hairs with whom I have a lot in common: we're both writers married to engineers. Oh, and we're not racist.

Program is getting ready to start again. It's, well, it's meh. Not great, not horrible. Definitely for someone who hasn't been shooting for 20 years. Eh, the pictures are pretty.

And they play Van Morrison at the breaks. Although I've heard Caravan about five times now. La la la la...la la la...