Like many things I do to excess, I'm a sucker for efficiency. It's hard for me to do only one thing during a trip: whether walking downstairs to the basement or driving around town, I'm always alert for an opportunity to kill multiple birds per stone. Or maybe it's just a reflection of my cheapness? Remember the archetypal thrifty Scot who, when he accidentally drops a coin into the toilet, tosses in a few more to make it worth reaching in to get them back. Alas, that's my kind of foolish frugality!
^z - 2010-11-24