On my first day back at Penn, I tripped over a dead mouse. I was
wearing flip-flops. At the corner of 38th and Sansom, I felt
something wet and furry brush against my big toe, and then I fell
down.
To an empty stomach and a thin wallet, nothing says satiation quite like an
Indian buffet. No wait, no menu-ordering anxiety, no boredom waiting around for
food to arrive.