Leigh's Views

So this weekend I decided to have some fun in honor of Columbus day. Or Indigenous Peoples Day. Whatever you want to call it, not the point. I made a quiz and for those who got all the questions right, I would give them a gift. I figured I was safe because most people don’t know anything about history. 1) What was Christopher Columbus’s real name? Boy did I get some looks over this one – and not a single correct answer. 2) What city do most scholars believe he’s from? I guess I should’ve given some hints – like, he’s not Spanish. Oh, my. But I did get a few people who at least were aware he was Italian. 3) What city did he sail to the New World from? Okay, honestly, you have to sail a ship in the water. Therefore, a city which isn’t anywhere near the ocean can’t be a correct answer – like Madrid. Yup, I got that one a lot. 4) Where did he land in the New World? Uhm, no Saint Augustine, Florida isn’t correct. Please try again. 5) How many trips to New World did he make? Well, I’ll g...

Do you have any irrational fears? Now I’m not talking about things like the fear of spiders. Nope, totally feel for those who see one of those suckers and run screaming for the door. No, I’m talking about being afraid of something and there just seems to be no reason for it. Now, I have this friend whose house is always shut up tight. I was there the other evening and mentioned that maybe a window or two should be opened to let the nice, cool fall breeze in. He looked at me like I was purple and had just sprouted horns and wings. Then he proceeded to go on a tirade about how if he opens a window even a crack, someone will climb in said window and rob him blind. Uhm, okay. If I’m a thief and I see an open window I’m going to think someone’s home. However, my friend wasn’t finished with his rant. He continued for I don’t know how long about how unsafe the world is as a whole and how nighttime is the worse time to open a window. Whoa, trust me, at his house, it’s never nighttime. He’s h...

Last week I was travelling and the hotel I was in was a few doors down from a Dunkin Donuts. Thus, I decided to go over there for breakfast. As I entered the shop, I decided to get 4 donuts, not the 2 I was originally planning on. Then I would have extra for the next morning as well – or dessert later if I couldn’t resist the temptation. I step up to the counter and ask for my donuts and a tea. The woman behind the cash register states something to the effect that she won't sell me 4 donuts. Uhm, what?! Okay, lately I’ve been having a string of bad luck with trying to get service in places. The worst being a restaurant who seated me and then ignored me for 20 minutes. And I do mean ignored – no one walked by my table or even gave me a glass of water. But that’s a story for another time. So in my head, I’m wondering if demanding donuts is the hill I’m going to die on. By this I mean, am I going to stand here and demand service? Refuse to leave until someone helps me? However, be...