Take the cilantro, leave the zamboni

I got home at about 7pm. I'd noticed on the way home how lonely I was getting, and admittedly some of that was just being sick of different food and weird water and a lot of driving. And the mess that this weekend made of my accent; I never knew exactly what vowels I'd come out with when I spoke to a shopkeeper.

( Elderly Woman Behind the Counter )

( And now for something completely different )