my latest obsession

I can't stop thinking about the person who backed into my car and only left the dent. No note, no paint left on my car with which the offending car color could be identified. Nothing. It's the most benign kind of hit and run, with the biggest impact being on my wallet. And my piece of mind. This was someone on my street- someone who lives just a couple of houses away. Probably. They could have been visiting. Or meandering around, driving drunk and hitting it sideways. Regardless, I need to take it in and get it at least looked at. But who has time in the middle of the work day?

My other obsession is still bathroom etiquette. I recently went down to Nashville to visit Natae (woo hoooo! so much fun to see fabulous buggs!) and I was actually relieved to go to the bathrooms at the airport because they have those seat covers. Now that I've re-learned how to use the facilities without one, it's a little like coming home to have the option available to me. God bless the paper toilette covers. Alex told me I can carry around some ultra-folded version in my purse, but I think that just takes this a little too far. Just over the line, if you know what I mean.

And why, tell me why, oh why does someone have to sit in the stall right next to me when all the other stalls are available? It's a personal space issue. I mean, really. Who would do that?