Yups, it is official, I am an old fart. Last weekend Marnie and I had a few peeps over for some beer, booze, mint Juleps, guitar picking, and whatnot in order to kill the brain cells that would have reminded me that I'm now 30. What's that whippersnapper? Get off of my lawn!
First off, thanks to all who sent along well-wishes and to those who graced me with their company on Saturday. And I'd like to especially thank my beautiful wife who went above and beyond in making it a birthday that I will never forget... well, at least until the senility kicks in.
It's funny, I hear these stories about people fretting because they turn 25, 30, 40, etc. It's funny because there isn't a goddamned thing you can do about it and fretting only results in stressing yourself out. And turning any age sure beats the alternative: not having any more birthdays. And if these people keep stressing about getting older, not having any more birthdays is where they're driving themselves.
For me, birthdays generally don't mean that much. I don't fret and I don't get excited. The nice thing about the landmark birthdays, though, is using it as an excuse to gathering a group of people that you'd like to see more often.
Well, I had better get going. Matlock starts in five.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Crazy Shit
So, just a few minutes ago I was feeling a rumbling in the tummy, so I make my way to the bathroom, which is shared with the other couple of offices on the floor. I notice the one stall is occupied with what I initially take for one of those black canvas laptop bags, which I think is kind of grody to put it on the shitter floor. So I take the other stall.
Well, it turns out it was this guy's black slacks and Hanes tighty whiteys in a heaping pile on the bathroom floor, and spilling over into the stall I was in. I'm curious, and can't stop looking. Then I notice him return his BlackBerry to the belt holster on his belt...which means that he is not only nude from the waist down, but also checking his email. Then as I finish and prepare to exit this freakshow, I notice him pulling off foot-long segments of tp and folding them into squares and stacking them on top of his pants.
On a side note, when we were away on Honeymoon, Jim, my boss, had walked to the bathroom and opened a stall door that as unlocked, but he found out quickly that it was occupied. By a Wizard employee (who my company shares an office with). Who is completely naked on the crapper and holding all of his clothes.
Sadly, I don't think this was the guy who was in there today, so that means that there are two naked bathroom perverts on the loose on my floor.
That's some crazy shit!
Well, it turns out it was this guy's black slacks and Hanes tighty whiteys in a heaping pile on the bathroom floor, and spilling over into the stall I was in. I'm curious, and can't stop looking. Then I notice him return his BlackBerry to the belt holster on his belt...which means that he is not only nude from the waist down, but also checking his email. Then as I finish and prepare to exit this freakshow, I notice him pulling off foot-long segments of tp and folding them into squares and stacking them on top of his pants.
On a side note, when we were away on Honeymoon, Jim, my boss, had walked to the bathroom and opened a stall door that as unlocked, but he found out quickly that it was occupied. By a Wizard employee (who my company shares an office with). Who is completely naked on the crapper and holding all of his clothes.
Sadly, I don't think this was the guy who was in there today, so that means that there are two naked bathroom perverts on the loose on my floor.
That's some crazy shit!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
