From the "arrrrrgh!" department: After busting down a disposable lighter to steal its flint I found all three sets of replacement flints I had stashed around my bedroom, completely by accident. Each set of flints (the ones I buy are Ronsonol, which are sold five flints per package) were in a different place than the last one. Please refer to the earlier comment about Murphy and his damn law.
It's 1828 right now, we meet at D&Bs at approximately 2000 hours. Two hours thirty-two minutes, and counting. Now, should I bring my pool cue with, or not?
Nothing comes easy