jr conlin's ink stained banana

There is an absolutely amazing assortment of things that i have no idea how to do.

For instance, while i know how to change the oil in my car, i'm not really all that studied in replacing my transmission. Likewise, while i'm a fairly deft hand with a skillet and a knife, i'm by no means ready to start up a cafe. i have limits. i know them and thanks to the wonders of a cooperative society, i can pay people who are experts in those fields in order to perform those tasks.

It sort of bothers me, however, when i encounter someone who is obviously in over their head. Say a sandwich maker at a large, national franchised restaurant known for creating healthy fast food. If you were to say, watch said individual struggle with the concept of "sandwich" as if they were unfamiliar with the creation, one might be forgiven for being a bit annoyed with the uncertainty that the artist confronted her tools. She might frequently ask you questions that let you explore your feelings regarding tuna fish and whether or not mayo is indeed a requirement of the final product rather than an optional element you requested she leave off. Still, the thing that can be quite maddening is that even when you proffer suggestions about how to go about making sandwiches (even if only from your non-professional opinion), you watch them go about the slow voyage of self discovery as they, through trial and error, come to the same conclusion you offered not five minutes ago, and continue to do so for the next fifteen minutes.

Still, one can find solace in realizing that as difficult a time as you're currently having, things will get better, eventually.

That or some poor constable will be trying to write down exactly how they found the body stuffed and completely sealed into a 5 oz bag of potato chips.