Overheard 1

Male student sitting on bench, yelling to female student walking across the square: "Did you find a dress yet?"

Female student, yelling in response: "No, I decided to wear an ice skating costume instead!"

Overheard 2

Girl: "Did I tell you? That I'm totally, like, obsessed with France?"

Her friend, whom she is walking with: "HA HA HA HA HA!!!!"

Overheard 3

Woman leaning out of her car at the Taco Bell drive-through this morning at 10am, angrily directed at the speaker in the drive-through menu: "HELLO??"

The obvious occurred to me, that eating breakfast at Taco Bell is kind of sad. Not that my cold cereal with soy milk was particularly happy. But then I realized that Taco Bell probably isn't open for breakfast. And how it's infinitely sadder to attempt to eat breakfast at Taco Bell, only to find out that it's closed.

I attempted to find out whether the Bell is open for breakfast by perusing their website, which currently features orbiting sauce packets, but there are no hours of operation posted. So I looked over the menus, but I didn't see any obvious breakfasty items. I did, however, see the new Fresco menu, whose items are so light in every sense of the word that they are actually hovering over the implied surface below, which itself is as white and light as a cloud.

Which all reminded me of a story I heard on NPR last week about the recently deceased inventor of the Egg McMuffin and how it changed fast food (and its profits) forever. Impressive, but, given the choice, I'd rather order a Croissanwich, because it's more fun to say.