Today I was going to the library for a lecture, so instead I went to Chipotle.
I got a chicken salad with chicken on it.
I put hot sauce on it, even though it made me cry.
Here's another picture of my salad.
Here's a picture of the bathroom code from my receipt.
|(Like a fortune cookie, except it doesn't lie to you.)|
Then, it was time to go home.
So instead, I walked around Lower Manhattan and had the following conversation with various people:
Can I take a picture of you?
Here are my results:
|Participant may or may not be called Marvin.|
|Participants may or may not be called Tyreese and Favio.|
|Participants may or may not be called Justin Timberpond and Bruno Venus.|
|Participant may or may not be called after 9pm.|
What surprised me the most is that every male I asked said yes, and that none of them asked, "Why?" or "What is this for?" or "How come you aren't wearing any pants?"
However, the following is a conversation I had with various female humans:
Can I take your picture?
|Just something I took a picture of.|
Girls are smarter than boys.