I bought a pile of sushi yesterday with the intention of sharing it with my roommate. I didn't know that he was going to a colleague's farewell dinner, and thus stuffed himself at the buffet somewhere else, and had no room for my offerings

Sushi (with raw meat)* will keep for a couple of hours when refrigerated, but overnight is kind of pushing it. So I was forced to gorge myself. I mean, ordinarily I wouldn't have, but I remembered all the times my mother told me about the starving orphans in Ireland, so I had to.** I'm sushi'd out now. Tomorrow is another day, though- and I'm planing on going to go see Shuri Castle, and local restaurant will be the plan for chow.

All that fish reminds me of a recent from-work story. We got a new Maintenance Chief a few days ago, and the guys in my shop can't stop bragging about me. So within a day of his arrival he heard that I was "The smartest Marine in the squadron." Upon meeting him myself, he demanded proof: "How many blades of grass are there in an acre?".

I was back in five minutes with an answer- my experiment showed that there were 160,000,000 blades of grass in an acre. The Maintenance Chief's source*** said "Two hundred million," but be agreed that the difference was within expectations considering different types of grass, lawn care philosophies, etc.

Then at the meeting after the maintenance audit results were announced, the Chief declared that the program manager of any off-track or "needs more attention" program would be writing him an essay about how it went wrong, and what they would do to set it right. Then he said "And since the smartest Marine in the squadron is sitting right over there, he can help you edit them to readability."

That's what I got for being the most junior guy in the room.

* Sushi refers to the rice, so while lots of sushi has raw fish on it, some sushis are other. In fact, I had some very nice omelet sushi.
** My mother never pushed me to eat foods based on that kind of argument, which is fortunate, as even as a six-year-old I think I would have seen through it.
*** An Uncle John's Bathroom Reader.

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