"Let's go to lunch at Burrito Union," I say. "But let's be casual about it. Let's not, like, bust a nut to get there because we're on vacation."
"I'm not sure you understand what 'bust a nut' means," Chuck says.
"Doesn't it just mean to go fast?" I ask.
"No," he says.
I cut my finger slicing a bagel.
"What a cliche," I whisper.
I fill two bags with clothes for Goodwill which means we have two fewer bags of stuff in our lives.
Bad news. I realize on my way to the eatery that I have to pee. This place has the worst bathrooms of any civilized space. Two unisex stalls, not a lick of potpourri. And other gross things that Chuck sums up with a single Tweet:
"Judging by the floor, this restroom is where middle-aged buffalo go to manscape."
"I've got one her age," a woman says. "A real chubb-o, too. I like a chubby baby. I'm glad she's bald. And look! She's only wearing one sock!"
Watching "Contagion" with a life partner who, coincidentally, has a cold. It's like watching the movie in 3D. So real!