This just in: a local boy was bitten by a rattle snake, the same day as my snake analogy. In a bit of macabre irony, the boy is fine; the snake dead.

Today is a bit rainy: a nice semi-warm, spring rain. I rode my bike anyway, wearing my yellow rain slicker and green rain pants. Together with my red Surly I made up one sweet, rainy, Rasta flag.

We have a little "I need service" bell sitting on our counter, just in case I'm in the office when someone comes into the shop. I believe that the bell has been used for its intended purpose once. Mainly my friends and regulars ring it when I'm two feet away. Apparently its quite entertaining to watch a spasmodic twitch of anger run across my face.

Next ringer gets decaf.

I have spoken.