Electrical arcs stabbed through the violet dusk. Heated solutions groaned toward their boiling points. Bubbles rose helically through luminous green liquids. Miniature explosions occurred in distant corners of the facility, sending up showers of glass as nearby workers cowered beneath seaside umbrellas set up for just such protection. Gauge needles oscillated feverishly. Sensitive flames sang at different pitches.
mrs. rugbyologist and I recently benefited from some free interstate grandparental babysitting of The Frogger. We took the opportunity to go out to dinner. Dinner was lovely, but the details are irrelevant. We followed up dinner with dessert at the nearby chocolate bar.
The first thing the hostess asked us upon showing us to our table was, "Have you been here before?"
The first thing our waitress asked was, "Have you been here before?"