I love, love that the Waste World Cup exists.
This ESPN chap said it, not me: Bicycles are the new SUV.
That’s all.
(So my cousin came to visit a few weekends ago, and we were discussing those inevitable awkward situations when you’re at a social gathering, and you’re chatting with someone, and even if it’s an enjoyable conversation you just reach that point where the conversation is over, and you both kind of shuffle your feet, and look around the room, and then somebody says, “Well, I’m going to get another drink,” or “Oh look, there’s so-and-so” and awkwardly shuffles off. There’s gotta be a better way. So my cousin and I have come up with a solution: “We’re done.” If we can get this adopted as a widespread social norm, we can avoid this awkward situation. The conversation winds down, someone says, “We’re done,” and you both move on. It’s a beautiful thing. Please use it with abandon.)
We’re done.
