Kevin defined.
Some random thoughts from the past few days:
Last Sunday I told my dad that I was taking him to a Nationals baseball game for his Father's Day gift. He was kind of distracted, because we were putting the furniture back in the gazebo, so he didn't really react at all. I called later in the week to talk about some other stuff, and he apologized if he seemed ungrateful, said he was preoccupied like I had figured and he's looking forward to the game. He doesn't apologize much, if at all. It struck me as kind of cute.
I got a load of requests based on the meme I posted Friday. I think I've evened it out by asking everyone else who's posted it to do me...in a meme way, nothing sexual. Although now that you mention it...nah, never mind. Anyway, when prompted for a "random fact" about me, Big Fat Mel summed me up in a way that says it all: "You often have the ability to look awkward and at ease simultaneously."
Yeeeaaaahhh. Mel also "challenged" me to chat up a cute girl, partially in jest. I often dream of doing such things, but the universe isn't giving me any help in the matter. I often make it to my train home from work early enough that I get a window seat. But it seems like every day, without fail, the open seat next to me is ultimately taken by a doughy older man in a suit...not the same man, although really, they're all the same to me. Thanks a lot, businessmen of DC.
Friday I was waiting to cross traffic right in front of GWU Hospital to get to the Foggy Bottom Metro. The right hand turning lane had a green light, but a pair of young women chose to take the right of way and cross the street. The first car waited, because, what else could he do? So this pencildick in a convertible directly behind him starts laying on his horn, and it's one of those really high pitched ridiculous horns, not at all authoritative. I'm standing there in disbelief that this guy is that impatient and obnoxious, no matter what the circumstances. I almost wanted to say something. But as the women passed me and were within earshot of Pencildick, he shouts at them, "It's not your light, BITCHES!" Thankfully, they just laughed incredulously and kept going. I'm glad they didn't give him the satisfaction of thinking he'd set them straight. And sure, they were in the wrong, but he sure wasn't in the right. The fact that this guy was a total asshole was further reinforced after the cars had all made the turn; all the way down the street, I could still hear him laying on his sissy horn. I hope a bird crapped on his head that day.
Last Sunday I told my dad that I was taking him to a Nationals baseball game for his Father's Day gift. He was kind of distracted, because we were putting the furniture back in the gazebo, so he didn't really react at all. I called later in the week to talk about some other stuff, and he apologized if he seemed ungrateful, said he was preoccupied like I had figured and he's looking forward to the game. He doesn't apologize much, if at all. It struck me as kind of cute.
I got a load of requests based on the meme I posted Friday. I think I've evened it out by asking everyone else who's posted it to do me...in a meme way, nothing sexual. Although now that you mention it...nah, never mind. Anyway, when prompted for a "random fact" about me, Big Fat Mel summed me up in a way that says it all: "You often have the ability to look awkward and at ease simultaneously."
Yeeeaaaahhh. Mel also "challenged" me to chat up a cute girl, partially in jest. I often dream of doing such things, but the universe isn't giving me any help in the matter. I often make it to my train home from work early enough that I get a window seat. But it seems like every day, without fail, the open seat next to me is ultimately taken by a doughy older man in a suit...not the same man, although really, they're all the same to me. Thanks a lot, businessmen of DC.
Friday I was waiting to cross traffic right in front of GWU Hospital to get to the Foggy Bottom Metro. The right hand turning lane had a green light, but a pair of young women chose to take the right of way and cross the street. The first car waited, because, what else could he do? So this pencildick in a convertible directly behind him starts laying on his horn, and it's one of those really high pitched ridiculous horns, not at all authoritative. I'm standing there in disbelief that this guy is that impatient and obnoxious, no matter what the circumstances. I almost wanted to say something. But as the women passed me and were within earshot of Pencildick, he shouts at them, "It's not your light, BITCHES!" Thankfully, they just laughed incredulously and kept going. I'm glad they didn't give him the satisfaction of thinking he'd set them straight. And sure, they were in the wrong, but he sure wasn't in the right. The fact that this guy was a total asshole was further reinforced after the cars had all made the turn; all the way down the street, I could still hear him laying on his sissy horn. I hope a bird crapped on his head that day.