At the community shelter where I eat dinner for free. Some of the kids there cluster around me whether I'm in the mood to deal with them or not. Apparently they recognize me as one of their own.
I'm going to play shoot-em-up-bang-bang with pointed fingers and plastic cutlery with them until the last tray is turned in to the dishwasher station. Should be the best aerobic exercise I've had in weeks.
I'll post an update.
Question: How come when you eat a cow it's called beef, you eat a pig it's called pork, you eat a sheep it's called mutton, but you eat a panda and it's just called panda?
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