Susan Pevensie (glasswater) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2019-01-29 23:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !netpost, *chel, julie power, susan pevensie |
It seems silly to remark on some of Atlantis' oddities, since they occur every day and we are subject to their whims. One rolls with the punches and accepts that sometimes your comrades are pumpkins, bears, wrapped in packing supplies instead of clothes or any number of things.
But suffice it to say, when I left my rooms this morning, I was not prepared for the sidewalks. They crunched and scattered under my feet. That is, until someone pushed me off the path because I was getting ready to step on the "absolutely and incontrovertibly most perfect corn chip they'd ever seen". Fair.
And fair that I am not necessarily acquainted with the corn chip so I acquiesced to the rather passionate request. Students near the university (one of my favourite side-lanes to take for its picturesque views and wide trees) were particularly excited because this lane was covered in a type of corn chip called the Frito. I admit I tried one -- and it was good! Though the smell? Rank. Rank as I'd ever smelled even from some of the more congested parts of London with their grease and their pubs and their trash bins
(Perhaps this is hyperbole, but you shall have to forgive me. I've had an adventure today.)