Random moments from an interesting week

I've had some interesting moments this week. None of them is really worthy of a post by itself so I thought I'd just share a few of them here...

• I went to a regional denominational meeting in the city west of here. It's not my denomination, so I wasn't familiar with how business is conducted. I went to hear a report from another institution that's planning to start a branch campus in city west of here and to do some recruiting. Waiting for the report was an experience. I was with a couple of colleagues, including one of our vp's who quickly resorted to various attempts at entertaining himself. At one point, he started making cracks about the people on the podium. After one man was introduced, he said, "And his nickname is giraffe." I looked up to see a man whose head sat squarely atop his shoulders without a hint of neck to be seen. Totally made me laugh. Guess you had to be there. Guess you had to be as bored as we were.
• When I arrived in city west of here, there were three major accidents on the freeways running through town. All the major routes to the part of town I needed to get to were closed, so I had to wander through on side streets. Never seen anything like it, not even in major metropolitan area where I lived before I moved here, the city where people drive like idiots.
• Because I'm apparently highly suggestible, the story of a friend's recent experience of ordering spinach enchiladas, even though she doesn't like spinach unless it's raw, persuaded me to order spinach ravioli at dinner Wednesday night, even though I don't like spinach unless it's raw. I, however, was quite pleased with my meal, and even enjoyed the bite of spinach gnocchi my companion offered me. What is it with the spinach?
• While having coffee with my Wednesday dinner companion on the patio at a bookstore in city west of here, our conversation was interrupted when she felt the distinctive plop of bird poop on her head. She reached up to confirm her suspicions and discovered that said bird hit her just so that it dripped down on to her suede jacket too. We laughed. Not ten minutes later, I felt the distinctive plop of bird poop on my leg. We laughed harder. It's now known as the bird shit bonding experience. Nothing brings you together like the mutual experience of being shat upon. There was much rejoicing that the birds did not appear to have eaten berries for dinner.