It's a bad sign when...

the check-out lady at the local Rite-Aid greets you by saying "Hey, Molson." Also, Tatiana and I were having a good time yakking on the phone as she drove home from Binghamton, and she saw that ubiquitous sign which is so commonly sighted in the Bible-belt of NY, declaring "Christ is the answer." We had a good time making fun of that whole deal, where I'd ask random questions and she'd answer "Christ!" (isn't that a sin?) So I've decided that someday I'd like to put up my own sign next to one of these "Christ is the answer" signs that reads "what was the question again...?"

I found it witty, damn it.