Here, have a peek inside my brain.

[napoleonherself]

Scan of the top half of my ATM receipt from the food court at work today, with the non-pertinent bits whited out:



The uneven spacing between those three words at first caused me to only see the last two, creating a very different meaning from what was intended.

Comments

[vr-trakowski.livejournal.com]

I got stuck on you being located in last century's galaxy.

Maybe the ATM is a TARDIS with a working chameleon circuit?

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Ha ha, that took me a second to get. 1979 Milky Way is the address for Epic -- 1979 because that's the year the company was founded, Milky Way because we're all nerds. At least I assume the 1979 part wasn't a coincidence. I presume that when the road is built just for you in what used to be a cornfield (http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=1979+milky+way,+verona&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=34.176059,67.851563&ie=UTF8&), you get to choose your own number.

[vr-trakowski.livejournal.com]

Makes sense to me! You only have to worry if it's Snickers instead, because you know those are all nuts. :D

[nidoking.livejournal.com]

Maybe it wants you to take the time machine out to dinner and a movie.

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Look, if the time machine wants to start dating, it can ask me out itself. It should quit asking its friend the ATM to try to intervene. That's just lame.