We're talking to ourselvesA HUNGRY crowd of patrons...


March 01, 1998|By TaNoah Morgan Leaders of the free world?

We're talking to ourselves

A HUNGRY crowd of patrons bunched around the lunch counter at Chick-Fil-A in Marley Station in Glen Burnie last week, placing their orders for chicken sandwiches and nuggets. A lone cashier patiently took each order and bellowed out to the cook, "I need a chicken sandwich, no tomato," with one order; "I need an order of fries" with the next.

After a few moments of listening to the cashier's calls to the cook, a slender clerk emerged from the kitchen door.

"There's no one back here," she said.

"Oh, well, I guess I'm talking to myself," the cashier replied. WHILE waiting for a ride near the food court entrance to Marley Station mall Friday evening, a Canadian visitor in the country for only a few hours was surrounded by a dozen gum-popping teen-agers.

They spat and yelled vulgarities as people walked into the mall and barely noticed them. They hooted and hollered at one another, told jokes at the expense of passers-by and ran to the pay phone incessantly to answer pages. At one point, one of the teens pulled out a cellular phone and called a teen leaning on a car not 100 yards away. The teen waved to the caller while holding his cell phone.

Finally the Canadian's ride arrived.

"I just can't believe you guys are the leaders of the free world," he said as he got into the car.

Laura Sullivan

Bird bath with air freshener

I FIRST noticed the scraping and flapping noises coming from the washer-and-dryer closet while brushing my teeth Wednesday morning in my Odenton apartment.

A creature of some sort was in there, trying to get out. Probably a rat. Or two. Maybe dozens hiding in my laundry closet. And I wasn't prepared.

Frantic, I grabbed the only spray I owned -- a lavender candle-scent air freshener -- and attacked the bottom crack of the closet door with vengeance, hoping the smell was toxic enough to kill the rodent.

The noise stopped, but only temporarily. The scrabbling animal sounds were still there when I got home that evening. More air freshener didn't seem to have any effect.

So I called the rental office, and they sent someone out the next morning. He found a scared -- but probably pleasantly scented -- bird in my closet.

"It probably entered the heating vent and got into your house through the big pipe connected to your dryer," Michelle from the rental office explained. "It's fairly common."


In that case, you might want to try the laundry closet the next time you're looking for a good place for your bird feed.

Cheryl Lu-Lien Tan

No elevator music here

AS about 90 potential Anne Arundel Circuit Court jurors cooled their heels in Court Room 4C in Annapolis Wednesday afternoon they were treated to some mood music piped in through the room's sound system.

But this was not synthesized elevator music. During a long delay after the lunch break, the strains of the upbeat "Baby Elephant Walk," the romantic "Some Enchanted Evening" and the haunting "Music of the Night" from "The Phantom of the Opera" drifted over the group.

Tanya Jones Pub Date: 3/01/98

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