We found a table. The Observer bought a hot dog with ketchup and mustard. He didn't want it when he spilled on his pants. I called him a baby. I would have eaten the hot dog plain or worried about the mess later. Living and eating is more important than being clean in my books. Everyone is different. I almost missed my bus. I couldn't find the pick-up spot and the bus driver was just pulling away when he saw me. I got lucky. Getting under my covers last night, I still felt cold. The Observer might be a baby when he comes to making a mess, but I'm truly a baby when cold weather hits me. It takes one to know one, doesn't it?