I took my brother out for breakfast this morning. The parking lot is shaded, so when we got back to my car, we had to wait for the insides of the windows to defrost. After a few minutes, I wished aloud that the window would finish defrosting at eye level.
John replied, “You need to not be so high.”
My name is Matthew Xavier. I live in Minnesota, read books, and write software (for fun and profit).
Many years ago at a friend's high school graduation, I spent an hour at a table with my brother and our band director. We were strange people. I ate one mint for half an hour, our band director made faces in his salad dressing, and my brother melted things in the decorative candle.
One of the things my brother melted was a plastic fork. He carefully heated it only just enough that the tips of the tines curled neatly into little coils. We examined it and decided that surely it was no longer good for stabbing people...or food. Thus was born the original safety fork: harmless, but useless.
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