"Light Hearted Fun"
It's been awhile since my last entry and I have yet to make good on my promised treatise on martial arts. However, in lieu of that I think I'll share an amusing thought that crossed my mind rather recently. I was on the BART going to the airport and I overheard a conversation between a couple middle aged women. They were discussing some other person's weight and how fat she was etc. And then one of them said the oh so frequently cited passage "it's a glandular problem." It was at that moment where my mind unleashed itself in one of it's rather frequent displays of imaginative and quick witted wonder. I was also caught with surprise at how quickly the images and thoughts formed. I will retell it below, but for the record, I do acknowledge that the "glandular problem" bit is a legitimate problem not to be taken lightly... except in this situation where my mind couldn't help it.
So right when the phrase "glandular problem" was uttered, this is what I was thinking:
"Yes yes... poor girl. It's so unfair how she's being treated. There she'll be, sitting in a hotel room by herself and later decide to go take a shower. At that precise moment............her Glands would seize the telephone and call room service and start ordering pies and ice cream and tarts. By the time she gets out of the shower she'll see the phone and snatch it away from the Glands but it'll be too late because the orders already gone through. And when they hear a knock on the door the poor woman tries to wrestle the Glands away but they're too strong and they push her aside and open it up and take the food and proceed to stuff them down her throat despite her protests and cries for help. That, my friends, is what I call problematic Glands."
I just thought I'd share this rather humourous thought I had over the Thanksgiving.
Cheers.
Be Safe. Take Care. Enjoy Life. Amitofo.
So right when the phrase "glandular problem" was uttered, this is what I was thinking:
"Yes yes... poor girl. It's so unfair how she's being treated. There she'll be, sitting in a hotel room by herself and later decide to go take a shower. At that precise moment............her Glands would seize the telephone and call room service and start ordering pies and ice cream and tarts. By the time she gets out of the shower she'll see the phone and snatch it away from the Glands but it'll be too late because the orders already gone through. And when they hear a knock on the door the poor woman tries to wrestle the Glands away but they're too strong and they push her aside and open it up and take the food and proceed to stuff them down her throat despite her protests and cries for help. That, my friends, is what I call problematic Glands."
I just thought I'd share this rather humourous thought I had over the Thanksgiving.
Cheers.
Be Safe. Take Care. Enjoy Life. Amitofo.