Odd bits from what is now yesterday:
1. For the second Saturday in a row, while I was eating my lunch, a guy came in to feed the fish in the big aquarium at the cafe. He gets out a little step stool, takes a section of the aquarium lid off and dumps small amounts of fish food into the tank. Then I noticed that the fish food was in a coffee cup. That looked just like the one I was drinking tea out of. Yes, they may wash the cup after it's used, but can you ever really get that fish food smell out of it? Will they think I'm strange if I ask for my tea in a glass?
2. Also while eating lunch, a guy sat down at a table near mine and ordered an ice water with lemon and an extra-hot latte. Although this cafe specializes in New Orleans-style food, I don't think there is a tabasco-spiked latte on the menu, so what did he mean by "extra hot"? Did he want the waitress to pour scalding water in his mouth?
3. While shopping for mums this afternoon, I used one of the little carts the garden center provides to take the plants back to my car. I was dragging the cart behind me through the rows of the plants (which are definitely too close together) and, not having very good spatial sense of proportion, rammed the cart right into a statue of Mary (or some woman who looked a lot like all the images of her I've ever seen), causing her to crash to the ground. I tried to unobtrusively set her back upright again, but she was far heavier than was warranted for a three foot tall statue and I never really got her situated back into the same place she had been standing before I whacked her with the cart. I'm figuring that was good for descent into at least one lower level of hell.

Movies: Kiss Me Guido. Moral of this story: One good looking guy does not a watchable movie make.