Pudding!

I really do somehow seem to attract both helpful coincidence and just plain bizarre.  Today, the Walrus and I took a day trip to a place that requires three different trains each way.  Normally, this kind of thing could take up to an hour, including waiting for trains at each transfer.  Both ways today took approximately half that each.  We'd enter a station, get to a platform, and a train would simply appear.

But the stranger thing is that on the last train, while we sat, tired and quiet from all the wandering around, listening to some college students discover for the first time that it is entertaining to try and figure out which Hogwarts school your friends would be, a young woman with bright purple hair, eyes red-rimmed not with fatigue or withdrawal but with copious amounts of red eyeshadow, and a box-top full of pudding cups came aboard, sat down across from us, and promptly offered me a pudding.

Of course I took a pudding!  Who doesn't want pudding?