Clear up:

Yesterday at the end of my blog I said something about needing to hire an ombudsman after making 'comments' available. This evidently made some of you say (in person, not via comments, I might add), "What the hell is an ombudsman?" Andrew Chaikivsky sums it up nicely in the March 2003 issue of Esquire when he writes: The first ombudsmen were Swedish government officials who independently investigated complaints from citizens. The idea caught on with American universities, hospitals, and預fter a 1967 essay in Esquire, of all places, advocated them for the media溶ewspapers. Ombudsmen decide which complaints they'll look into, and most get to take the newspaper to task via a regular column.

Tada! So there you go. If anyone out there would like to be my ombudsman, well...Please, send in your application now.

Scene: Kaytey, Leah and I are eating lunch in the garden outside the Art Institute. A fire truck pulls up across the street outside of Cosi.
Leah: Uh oh. Cosi's in trouble.
Kaytey: Maybe they'll bring Cosi Girl out in a stretcher. What would you do then?
Me: They're not bringing her out in a stretcher.
Leah: I think she was working this morning.
Me: She was. She rang me up.
Kaytey: She's still not giving you bagels for free, is she?
Me: (laughing) No.
Leah: From what you've told me it doesn't sound like she's giving you anything for free.
Me: Oh shut up.
Kaytey: (pause) Well if she starts I want a mint mocha.

I need new friends. Please, send in your application now.