A few night’s ago I had a dream about Al Roker’s breath.
It wasn’t about Al. It wasn’t about the Today Show. It was specifically about Al Roker’s breath.
Dear Guy in the Parking Lot at the Store:
I watched you approach multiple people in the parking lot today. It seemed like a good story; it was cold and you had run out of gas and had no money. The temperature was 10 degrees and it was snowing, so it probably kicked up the empathy factor a couple of notches, I’m sure. (more…)