I had my interview back at the Salt Mine this morning. I didn't let anyone know about it, and used the old excuse, "I have a dentist appointment. I'll be in around 10am."
At lunchtime, I was eating my sandwich. Bit into an olive pit and chipped a tooth.
Ended up at the dentist and with a new filling.
Random events? Bad karma? George Bush's "tax cuts for the rich" fault? Will President Obama promise to regulate the sandwich industry within the first two years of his first term?