Beads is Back

This morning I watched a woman press the handicap door opener to get into my office building. She hit the button, then waited while the door crept open. Her only disability was laziness. But she's not the first person I've watched do that, it's a growing trend. I think it's a sad commentary on our society that people are so lazy that they can't push a door open. It's one thing if it's a retail store and all the doors are automatic. But to go out of your way to use the automatic door is just obsurd. Is it a coincidence that most offenders are grossly over weight? I don't think so.

Laziness is ruining this country. We need to do away with minimum wage and welfare. This will lower unemployment to nearly ZERO. Productivity will soar, federal debt will drop, and crime will decrease because everyone will be so tired from working all day that they won't have the energy to break the law.

Sorry, moving on...

Last night was a strange evening. I worked out hard after work then went home and took the dog for a long walk (a couple of miles). By the time I got home I was shaking from hunger. While I was cooking dinner I got the following message from Mira, "I am so sorry for not replying sooner, busy first week back". My last message to her I asked if she would like to meet out for drinks some night in NYC. So technically Mira still hasn't answered the question. This chick is a little off, what's up with the delayed responses? I'm not even sure what to do with her.

Here's the thing with Mira, I know her type very well. She's really into being a NYC girl. She's very chic in her opinion. She knows all the hot spots, and despises all the places that used to be hot spots. She lunches, she brunches, and she uses the word "fabulous" a lot. She used to drink Cosmos, but now prefers Dirty Martinis. We will not get along, she's too high maintenance. However, she's super hot, and frankly, I want to see her naked and pull her hair a bit. I will play her games a little longer.

I mulled over how to respond to Mira's message while I anxiously waited for water to boil for dinner. Minutes later my phone rang. I don't know if it was a senior moment or what, but I couldn't recall how I knew the name that was showing on the screen. I knew it was a girl I met out at a bar that I never got together with (thus ruling out the "I'm pregnant" call), but I was having trouble putting the face to the name. I let the call go to VM, and a couple of minutes later the phone beeped, letting me know I had a message. I eventually realized that the name was the chick Beads from "Here's my number...". Judging by how long it took for the message tone to sound, she had left a very long message. My guess was that her phone accidentally called me and I had a six minute voicemail of her phone bouncing around the inside of her purse.

Dinner was done, so I wolfed it down and sat on my couch like a fat bastard. I remembered the message and dialed into VM. I was shocked to hear a very long, but very nice, message from the young Ms. Beads explaining that she was going through a rough patch when we met. She apologized for not returning my message, and asked if I would still like to get a drink together sometime? That must have been a tough call to make but she sounded totally at ease, I was really impressed. It was almost 10pm by then so I decided to not call her back last night. I'm going to call her tonight, though.

Kind of a lot going on.