Rita's is a strange place; it is famous beyond words in the mid Atlantic region for a mix of products that includes several misnomers and other oddities: water ice, frozen custard, and gelati that is really a parfait of the previous two. Every town - even Macungie-sized ones - has a Rita's or two, but they close early (10 pm) and have no other traditional ice cream products. They do have one thing going for them, though, and that is a rainy day discount of $0.50. Saving fifty cents is a psychological thing, for sure, but somehow it just feels good to get a 'large' anything for less than three bones these days.

At work, in between online tracking of the rising waters everywhere around us, people keep commenting about our internship. "You guys sure work for your money." "Usually interns just stand around talking." "What year are you guys, anyway?" I think it would be better to just have interns but not actually tell anybody about it... thus alleviating the preconceived notion that interns are useless.