Today’s not-good thing:
My fly has been open for several hours. My pants are tan. My underwear is red.
Thanks to this what-happened-on-your-birthday-type site, I now know that the first shipment of fresh oysters came overland from Baltimore on the day I was born. Well, about a kazillion years before I was born on that day, but still. Crucial.
This is a seven-year-old body builder. I’ve been there once, I’m never, ever going there again.