Friday, September 28, 2007

I Am Petrified of...

chaffing nipples and dangling participles. Oh yeah, and water. Does that mean I have rabies?


Thursday, September 20, 2007

Wee Problems

* I check out Dear Prudence every now and then. This one made me chuckle. Tell me, what would you do if you were Forced to Stall?

Dear Prudence,
Male bathroom etiquette is fairly straightforward, but we have one person on the floor who makes the rest of us uncomfortable. We have a standard bathroom with two urinals, three stalls, and three sinks for male employees in our office. The urinals are to the left of the sinks and the stalls to the right. There is one person, whom I will call Pierre (for one who pees through the air), who stands an uncomfortable (for the rest of us) distance from the urinal. I estimate that he's about 20 to 24 inches away from the porcelain when he goes. Since there are two urinals, if one of us is second into the bathroom we can go to one of the stalls to do our business. But there are times when a person can be trapped at the first urinal, as Pierre mans up to the second one, which makes it more uncomfortable trying to slide between him and the wall to get out. Pierre is a weightlifter type who probably knocks back 128 ounces of water a day; he's in the bathroom often, and he's not very friendly. We would like management to talk to him, but we don't know how to bring it up.
—Forced To Stall


Dear Forced,
I thought I should refer this to someone with more knowledge of men's-room etiquette matters. Then I decided Sgt. Dave Karsnia of the Minneapolis-St. Paul Airport Police Department probably has enough going on right now. This seems rather a wee problem to take to management. Unless you're quite certain a bathroom is being used for drug deals or sexual encounters, it's probably best not to write a joint letter about a colleague's long stance while urinating. I understand from my sources that asking Pierre to move while midstream can lead to havoc, so if you find yourself snared and the wait seems excessive, just continue squeezing by. But since the problem is getting trapped at the first urinal, if Pierre's not in there when you arrive, why don't you all make a habit of going to the second urinal? And let's face it, if this is the biggest problem of your day, urine luck.
—Prudie

Monday, September 17, 2007

Phew!

I'm sorry for neglecting my friends and loyal readers out there (all two of you)! I just returned from a much needed, cross-country bike ride. I visited many historical sites, including:

and:


I had to stop here. It clearly says, "Stop here, Abe did!" So I did. What else could I do?

I could not resist this in Rye, Arizona (humor at it's finest):


And last, but certainly not least, my tour would not have been complete without visiting the Dog Line Memorial in Tasman National Park.

I am back now. My fabulous roadtrip is over. It was so nice to see the United States and learn so much about it's history. Perhaps next year I'll head on overseas where I can experience true European culture. I am going to be sure to check out this Cowboy Saloon in the Ukraine. I hear it is the must-see of any trip to Europe. European culture at it's finest.