Shawn Blathering

Stephen Wright performing an evening of Jeffrey Wright sermons.

On my flight from BWI to Hartford, the Southwest stewardess dropped off two bags of peanuts. Without particularly paying attention, I opened the first bag, poured some into my hand, and threw them back - and almost gagged them back up. I looked in my hand, and there was salt. Now, I'm not talking like, "oh, yeah these peanuts were too salty". I'm talking, "I'm holding the remains of Carthage".

Too bad I had already finished my drink. I suppose that with the tens of millions of bags of peanuts, odds are that over-salting would take place, though not that often. But I'll still be eyeing my peanuts more carefully from now on.