The audition had been all right, Lucy reflected in PE, as she stood on the rounders field keeping a lazy eye on the game. Not too scary, and she managed not to stammer by concentrating hard on her singing. It had been quite fun watching some of the boys… all trying to out-cool each other as potential leather-jacketed T-Birds. Suddenly an image of Sam entered her mind. Well, if she were honest, he’d entered her mind a few times – OK, a lot of times – since she’d seen him at the farm on Sunday. She was counting down the days until she’d see him again, even though the thought of talking to him made her stomach fall into her shoes.
Hoisin sauce is not paint.
We need a sign that says that, because our customers don’t get it. Today’s latest work is a misshapen star on the wall. A five out of ten, if you ask me. The kid’s parent probably did a double take, snatched the bottle away, then paid the check and left before Me could notice. To be honest, it’s not like the sauce makes our wall look worse; it’s just hard to wipe off when it dries. But I try, I really do -sometimes. Maybe.
I had Random.org select a % for me today and it decided on 46%.
“Excuse me, Captain?”
“You’ve been to the Galápagos before, right?”
He chuckles. “Of course. Many times. I’m from Quito and my wife’s family is from Santa Cruz.”
“Captain Garcia is one of the most experienced cruise ship captains in Ecuador,” adds one of the junior officers.
Perfect. “So, what do you love about the Galápagos?”
“Hmmmm.” He flashes me a wide grin. “How long were you planning to spend on the bridge?”