Sunday, February 29, 2004
all of you avid readers will notice another new member--our young historian friend contacted me via our toll-free number recently, expressing a fervent desire to share his love of bob seger with the masses. and could i possibly refuse? can pigs fly?
and if for some reason you answer the latter question 'yes', i'll pose you another question--can they fly first-class?
anyway, here's the most embarrassing thing that happened to me today: so i'm over in jersey for a conference of sorts, and before it starts, we go in to this place to grab some coffee. i say to myself, 'hey eric, why not use the bathroom while you're here?' so i nip off to the loo, which is a single-customer job at the back of the place with one of those man-slash-woman plates on the door. i try the nob, and it turns like butter in my little paws. i start to push open the door. as i look in, i hear a high-pitched yelp as i would imagine coming from some sort of small circus animal and see a woman starting to jump to her feet. i close the door in shock, muttering 'sorry' and wait. she comes out, and says that she guesses that we know each other a little better now. i then go into the bathroom, and--LO AND BEHOLD! THE DOOR HAS A LOCK! i engage it and go about business as usual.
i mean, come on, folks--if you're in a crowded public place in the SINGLE bathroom and you're going to be SITTING DOWN, and the door has a lock, why not avail yourself of it?
and if for some reason you answer the latter question 'yes', i'll pose you another question--can they fly first-class?
anyway, here's the most embarrassing thing that happened to me today: so i'm over in jersey for a conference of sorts, and before it starts, we go in to this place to grab some coffee. i say to myself, 'hey eric, why not use the bathroom while you're here?' so i nip off to the loo, which is a single-customer job at the back of the place with one of those man-slash-woman plates on the door. i try the nob, and it turns like butter in my little paws. i start to push open the door. as i look in, i hear a high-pitched yelp as i would imagine coming from some sort of small circus animal and see a woman starting to jump to her feet. i close the door in shock, muttering 'sorry' and wait. she comes out, and says that she guesses that we know each other a little better now. i then go into the bathroom, and--LO AND BEHOLD! THE DOOR HAS A LOCK! i engage it and go about business as usual.
i mean, come on, folks--if you're in a crowded public place in the SINGLE bathroom and you're going to be SITTING DOWN, and the door has a lock, why not avail yourself of it?
