Lunched with my friend, Judy, in Dallas. She works at SMU right now (school with one of the five teams handed out “the death penalty” by the NCAA) while she’s on summer break from her doctoral program at Penn State.

She’s drawn to sports scandal.

We made jokes about her connection to both…and about “oh darn…can’t wear her school shirt while volunteering at a daycares/children’s shelters” and about her picketing outside of the Penn State on-campus creamery for them not to remove Peachy Paterno because it’s her fave flavor (it’s prob one of the few things with Paterno’s name not being removed.). Go-to-Hell (but not really) type stuff. All the pretty people frowned at us.

She dropped me off at Starbucks and these four chairs in the corner were the only available seating. There were two other guys sitting over here and they had a lot of food. They left a ton of crumbs all over the place and left the coffee table sticky. I didn’t notice the three flies on the table until now….

…until two girls walked up and said, “Whoa, shit! Flies.”

…and gave me looks of utter disgust. So have other people who’ve walked over and seen the flies.

Corner to myself. Yeah yeah.

Well, until these two really smelly teenage boys sat near me. One keeps leering at me and said, ‘hi’, when his friend went somewhere for a second, huge smile (can’t not think of Penn State conversations even though teenage boys have never been my type except when they were older-than-me teenage boys). I’m hanging here specifically because I always get hit on at this Starbucks so…I brought this on myself.

But at least maybe I won’t be blamed for the flies.