We discussed humor in creative nonfiction today, mostly by doing "boring" things like trying to analyze our individual senses of humor and write out our thoughts in the most scientific, jargon-heavy way possible. After Institute today, I ate lunch at the Marketplace, and headed home at just the right time, because I ended up on Quinton's bus for the first time in two weeks, so that was cool.
I did lots of homework this afternoon, especially essays. I washed my towels today, and happened to glance at the tag on one as I put it in the machine. It read, "Avoid contact with skin." What? I read it three times over, but sure enough, that's what it said. I was very uncomfortable for the next thirty minutes, but when I took the towels out of the washing machine, I checked the tag again. At the very bottom, where the tag bent against the towel, it said, "Avoid contact with skin treatment products." Oh. That makes more sense.
I did lots of homework this afternoon, especially essays. I washed my towels today, and happened to glance at the tag on one as I put it in the machine. It read, "Avoid contact with skin." What? I read it three times over, but sure enough, that's what it said. I was very uncomfortable for the next thirty minutes, but when I took the towels out of the washing machine, I checked the tag again. At the very bottom, where the tag bent against the towel, it said, "Avoid contact with skin treatment products." Oh. That makes more sense.
