Archive for June, 2005

2005/06/30

At the Gym

Hey, kid… Watch what you’re doing.

I know that chick up there on the treadmill has huge breasts, is wearing a very small top and is running. It’s quite a spectacle. But while you were staring at her as you walked, you tripped over the cord to my elliptical machine and unplugged it. That caused the machine to lose power so I lost all the statistics for the past 37 minutes I’ve been on the damned thing. I was also working at a pretty high incline and the loss of electricity caused the machine to plummet back down to a neutral level and that momentum almost made me fall off.

I know you are only 12-years-old or so and don’t feel the need to be very responsible, but this is a gym where most people come to work-out. You’re not old enough to be here on your own, you’ve gotta have a parent somewhere. So if you can’t watch out for yourself, maybe you should go find Mommy or Daddy and have them baby-sit you or put you into the gym’s daycare.

2005/06/27

Gas Station Bathroom

My new home has 2.5 bathrooms. Two of the bathrooms are upstairs; one is the master bath and then there is the other bathroom. The half bath is on the first floor. It’s a nice idea to have the half bath, that way guests don’t have to go traipsing around upstairs past the bedrooms if they’ve gotta go.

The weird thing about the half bath is that it’s GINORMOUS. It’s seriously huge. It contains a toilet and a pedestal sink. It has enough room to spare that I could probably fit a couple more toilets and sinks in there. It’s just off the laundry room and I don’t understand why the architect didn’t allocate more of the space for storage and scale down the size of the potty room.

Have you ever had to stop and use a gas station bathroom where they have one bathroom for both men and women and there is usually just a toilet and a sink in a square room? (hee hee, I accidentally mis-typed that at first and said the bathroom contained a “toilet and a stink”.) Usually one corner has a trash can in it that is over-filled with crumpled up paper towels. That’s what my half bathroom reminds me of, without the stench.

I’m debating about whether or not I should do a search online and see if I can buy a tampon and condom dispenser and mounting them on the wall. Then I’d buy a large trash can to put in one corner and wad up a couple rolls of paper towels and throw them all over that corner of the room. After that, I’d get a blue ball-point pen and write “For a good time, call Jill” on the wall and call the decor “Gas Station Chic”.

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