The phone flew through the window of a passing Honda Civiv and hit Harold Angell, a thirty-four-year-old nurse practitioner who had no ironic connection to anyone in the car.
- Larry Doyle, "I Love You Beth Cooper"

"Recommended: Reading"
I've wasted the last ten months trying to convince the people at my job that I'm functionally illiterate. Mostly just so I can scream stuff like "I can't read! I sign my name with an X! I once tried to make mash potatoes with laundry detergent!"

People at work don't seem to like me much.

Is it me, or do these posts get more and more vague and Steven Wright-ish (you know, if Steven Wright wasn't witty)?

Wonder if there's a reason for that?