I don't feel eloquent enough to wade in on why the world feels so divided today. There's a flow of optimism in one direction: new President, potential vaccine, test-run of the Hyperloop... but in the other pocket of the world, the US evangelicals appear to be lamenting something I don't understand.
And it's best not to write too much about things you don't understand.
What I do understand is what it's like to get hiccups in Sainsbury's.
Now it's bad enough that your glasses steam up (see last week's Waitrose adventure), but throw in a bit of the old repetition, and whammo: you're breathing in your own hiccups. I felt like I was trapped in a reflux cycle.
To cap that off, you're not going to believe what they've put up in that store. I mean, in massive letters, right under the clock, they've printed the words:
"FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD"
I looked up and pretty much said out-loud (and indignantly) under my mask:
"What? Where's the [hic] comma? [hic]"
Every time I check the clock in Sainsbury's from now on, I'm going to have trouble not seeing that massive missing comma. Is that what's happening to punctuation these days? It's sort of optional?
In the original song, the boys in the workhouse are doing their best to dream of all the food they miss! Instead of gruel, how joyous to think of 'hot sausage and mustard' or 'a great big steak'! In Sainsbury's where you're literally surrounded by everything you need to make your 'three banquets a day' you don't have to really do that same kind of Dickensian imagining. And even if you did, the second two words are an expression, or an expansion of the first! Food, glorious food! It really is nonsense without the comma. What is wrong with the world?
I'd probably got hiccups from eating my enormous dinner too quickly. That'd be about the size of it.
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