Dead Reckoning
I get my dander up now and then, and today it was over this story. I let loose a bit at Johanna's blog, probably a bit fired up from zombie carnage, chicken/turkey/green chili/cilantro sausages, two beers, and slices of cheddar on soy/flaxseed tortilla chips. Despite the ingredients, I made sure nothing healthy was going on by the end of my feed. I did work out tonight, though. Also started Paul Auster's ORACLE NIGHT on the stationary bike. There was a guy at the gym who kept wanting to use the equipment I was using--his endless routine involved every apparati. Skinny guy, more of a bicyclist's body. He lifted a lot more than I can, yet I know I could take him, and really wanted to. Also, at the grocery store tonight, some guy started putting his stuff in my empty cart after I left it for thirty seconds to pick out some bananas. He explained that someone took HIS cart, and I said, "Yeah?" as in, "So what", and he replied, "And now I'll go get another cart". That's right, bitch! For a second he really looked at me like his bag of pears in my cart granted him the right to it or something. Jesus, these people. Very feisty tonight, don't know just why. Hey, do you think if Matt Fraction was on trial, he would still answer, "Yeah, no, I mean--"? I would love to have him say that for me, have it sampled and looped in a techno song, over and over.
2 Comments:
I truly HATE people who cycle between machines in a public gym and inconvenience others in doing so. 98 percent of all people won't tell them to stop, which is why they do it.
People stealing my grocery cart, not so much. Stealing stuff from my grocery cart, maybe.
I used to cycle through the machines at the gym like that. Of course, it was 3am or so and I was one of two people there. The other one seemed content to stair step themselves to death.
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