Questions for which there may be no answers...

1) why do women insist on walking into the bathroom and immediately pushing on the one closed stall door while there is an open door right next to it? 2) when will I have time to actually stop and listen to the random performers hanging out in the amphitheater behind the dorms at BSU, like the cool beatboxer I saw today? 3) why does every travel blogger out there hail the merits of credit card miles when they are so blasted hard to use? Money-saving, my foot... Only if you don't count your time on the phone with dungeon-sequestered customer service reps whose only job in life is to confuse you and gyp you out of money. You got any on this fine Friday? Sent from Yahoo! Mail on Android