"Cross words" were exchanged at 7th and Montana this morning as a Friendly Regular implied that I get lots of help with the daily crossword. "I've been watching," he said, politely, "And every time you open the newspaper to do the crossword, all these attractive women flock around you to help." I wasn't entirely sure where he was going with this, but I smiled as he went on. "I do the crossword every day," he continued, "And nobody comes over to my table to help!" Truth be told, I'm not always surrounded by beautiful women when I do the crossword. This morning, for example, a gaggle of toddlers descended on my table to play peek-a-boo. But I humored him, nevertheless. "I'm telling you," I said, "It's your choice of newspaper. You're doing the New York Times crossword. That's too much ... it's too intimidating. Try the Los Angeles Times and they'll be attracted to you like bees to honey!" I left quickly, before he could put my advice to the test ...
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We keep a crossword puzzle book in the bathroom and the next person in continues that puzzle. Hope that isn't too unsanitary. lol
Good to keep expectations low.
One of my more studious friends was completing his crossword in the bar of the Saunton Sands Hotel, UK, (http://bit.ly/aK6N3g) late on Saturday night, and two very pretty girls—including the singer of the resident band, came up and started helping him.
The crossword or simple animal attraction? We never found out.
Of course he claims it was his Keanu Reeves-like good looks.
The paper? The Times of course.
Demonstrates the power that words hold!
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