Wednesday, October 27, 2004
By Request... Poop
(Note to Kuoj...stop reading now)
One of my grad year roommates and I had a great relationship. We would say the word "poop" whenever we could. We'd walk down the hallway..."POOP!" We'd be walking down the street..."POOP!" I came close to drawing the line when she started yelling it from the bathroom, but nah.
One day it got us in trouble though. We were on the T and just chatting when I suddenly felt the urge to..."POOP!" A little girl next to me burst out crying and huddled in her mother's bosom. The mother glared at me and said, "Did you HAVE to point out her accident?"
I thought about switching to "FECES," as most kids wouldn't understand that, but it doesn't have...the...same...ring... Okay, that was a picture I didn't want to imagine.
Time to cleanse myself! "PEEPEE!"
Current mental age: 18 months
(Note from the author: You get what you ask for)
(Second note to Kuoj: I TOLD you not to read this!)
One of my grad year roommates and I had a great relationship. We would say the word "poop" whenever we could. We'd walk down the hallway..."POOP!" We'd be walking down the street..."POOP!" I came close to drawing the line when she started yelling it from the bathroom, but nah.
One day it got us in trouble though. We were on the T and just chatting when I suddenly felt the urge to..."POOP!" A little girl next to me burst out crying and huddled in her mother's bosom. The mother glared at me and said, "Did you HAVE to point out her accident?"
I thought about switching to "FECES," as most kids wouldn't understand that, but it doesn't have...the...same...ring... Okay, that was a picture I didn't want to imagine.
Time to cleanse myself! "PEEPEE!"
Current mental age: 18 months
(Note from the author: You get what you ask for)
(Second note to Kuoj: I TOLD you not to read this!)
Consideration
I'm walking towards the elevator in the parking garage at work, about five steps behind this guy. He gets in the elevator and pushes a button, then proceeds to turn around and stare at me walking towards him as the doors close. I stuck my hand in the door to stop it from closing so that I could get in and he looks irritated, that the three seconds that I delayed him really made a difference.
Then I'm walking towards the check-in booth before the elevators in the building I work, and this woman stops right in front of the booth where we scan our smart cards and rummages through her bag for her badge, blocking the entire entry. After about 10 seconds of this, I go in the exit aisle and stretch over her to scan my badge. Would it have killed her to have stepped aside while she searched?
Sometimes people need a wake up call. I think I'll start carrying around an air horn and use it liberally around irritating people. You know who you are.
Then I'm walking towards the check-in booth before the elevators in the building I work, and this woman stops right in front of the booth where we scan our smart cards and rummages through her bag for her badge, blocking the entire entry. After about 10 seconds of this, I go in the exit aisle and stretch over her to scan my badge. Would it have killed her to have stepped aside while she searched?
Sometimes people need a wake up call. I think I'll start carrying around an air horn and use it liberally around irritating people. You know who you are.
Call for Blog Topics
Okay, I'm obviously too lazy to blog on a regular basis. So here's a test to see who actually reads this thing. Comment what you would like me to write about and I will attempt to make a humorous blog entry. I make no promises as to how funny it will be. I can only promise that I will think it is funny. But then, I laugh whenever I hear the word "Poo", so that's not saying much...
