Thoughts on life, love and faith by Plasticmind.

We'll, what did you expect on April Fools? At least it's not as bad as some of those pranks we played in college: rotting radishes under the bed, a LifeSaver in the showerhead, Nair in the shampoo bottle. You'll forgive me, I trust.

On a more serious and less joyous note, I had a job interview today. Before you slap me on the back, let me finish. I walked in for my interview with the manager of FastSigns here in Langhorne. Instead of a handshake and a cordial chat about goals and expertise, I heard him rant to his wife that he couldn't hold a job until July and that she should just send me away. Any of my students want to guess what I did? Yup. Walked out with a smile.

Went next door to McDonalds to get some comfort food while wearing Mat's FBI sweatshirt; keep in mind, this is the McDonald's where noone in the back speaks fluent English, nor do they speak each other's language. The Asian lady who was frying up my hashbrown glanced nervously at the Arabic woman fidgeting with the register.

"You SBI?" I didn't get the Asian woman's question until she pointed at the sweatshirt. "Oh, no, no, no. My fiancee's brother bought it in Washington. I'm not FBI." She laughed extremely loudly. "Ahhh! You no SBI!" She looked at the Arab woman and pointed to me, "He no SBI." The Arabic woman smiled broadly and laughed, "I tink you from FBI." I laughed and took my food to go.