A Day in Pittsburgh

First, let me say that today has been a bad day by the strangest of criteria.

Secondly, let me say that today has been full of the weirdest things.

I was pumping gas earlier and gawked at the exorbitant price. I surrendered $40 to the cashier and went back out to fill up my thirsty Accord. Then I noticed a sign:

NOTE: We do not accept
-Checks
-Bills larger than $20
-First born
-Arms and Legs

What??? Yeah, I almost choked. Professionally printed on the gas tank.

Later, I passed this deep staircase that lead into a door that leads to a basement, but was painted shut. Orange. And what's weirder is that in front of this painted-shut door were two very nice pair of men's loafers- brown and black. Slipped off and left side by side. At the bottom of stairs on a major road in front of an orange door that leads nowhere.

The next thing that happened is that I looked up the meaning to my name. I always thought it meant 'Wealthy'. That's what my bookmark says. The other day, though, this guy told me that Jessica means (insert cheesy line to flirt with girl). When I went to prove him wrong, I found that my name has no meaning. Shakespeare made it up. Not only am I an eighties fad, I'm the byproduct of a literary genius. Also note: I will never name my children Jessica, but it is a cool thing to have a made up name.