Not Your Average Bear

So we run into a blizzard on the way to Florida and decide to abandon the car and walk the rest of the way. When we go to pay for the (creepy!) hotel where we've spent the night, I discover that a bear has stolen (and this detail is important) my patent-leather, turquoise purse. We raid his den to get it back.

He hasn't spent the money.

We take a bus.

No Accounting for Taste

So the wind is blowing so hard through the cabin of the airplane that my salmon tastes like the hamburger the passenger behind me is eating.