The Twilight Zone

When I mentioned the Twilight Zone before (please reference the post below), I did not know what I was talking about. Jill and I, my friend from State College, decided to do work in an internet cafe. Our plan was just to stumble upon one. Lesson number 3 in Rome: don't try stumbling upon things. It just doesn't happen.

Anyway, after walking for awhile, asking British women if they knew where one was and getting gelato, we decided to go to the office of PI to see if it was open. On the way, I got mocked by a mime for my petite frame and large endowments after seeing a headless guy wave at us and another guy playing crystal glasses. Needless to say, a lot of the piazza near the Pantheon got to mock me.

After we found out that the Pantheon Institute office wasn't open, we got directions from an Italian man smoking a cigar, and headed out. We couldn't find anything, so we went to McDonald's primarily because we knew that an empty table was virtually guaranteed. We were right, sat down, and got cracking on our work. There was an OBNOXIOUS group of German teenagers there who were loud, misbehaved, and rude. I got hit by a spit ball and got water from a squirt gun shot at me. This was all in a span of about 20 minutes.

Now that's when I stop to ask "Is this really happening right now?" And that's what I call the Twilight Zone.