Sunday, September 10, 2006

Well, that last post certainly generated a lot of comments. As it turns out, people love pictures. And smut.

Additionally, rumor has it that there are a couple folks who are unable to comment here for technical reasons. I'm pretty sure this is because I stupidly switched over to the Blogger Beta prematurely. Normally Google is pretty good about their Beta programs, but this one wasn't quite ripe. For those of you whose comments get rejected for "Can't find your username" type of issues, then just leave anonymous comments.

Meanwhile, back in the non-virtual world, Hank departed today for a 5 day "business" trip to Las Vegas.

I don't know who she thinks she's fooling. Hank works in the Information Techology department of a search engine company. What part of that business needs to take place in Vegas? The last time I went to Vegas, at least I had the cajones to 'fess up that it was a bachelor party. If she comes home humming Klingon drinking songs then I'll know that she spent this week doing what I did in Vegas, getting drunk at the Star Trek bar. Yes, I am that cool.

Related to nothing, yesterday I had a super tasty meal at what many folks consider to be the best Vietnamese restaurant in San Francisco, The Slanted Door. Hank recently discovered that she has relatives in the area, so we invited them to SF for lunch.

Yes, the restaurant was very nice, and the food was scrumptious, but in what is becoming a recurring theme in my life, what I remember most is my trip to the bathroom.

After sucking down a few glasses of ice water (I was warm from jogging from the train station to the restaurant, which I had to do because I was in mortal danger of being nearly 2 minutes late), I had to pee. I marched to the rear of the restaurant where I saw a line of women awaiting their turn for the restroom. I tried not to smirk as I stepped ahead of them looking for the always vacant mens room.

What I found were 4 doors, each labeled as a unisex bathroom. It took me several seconds of disbelieving eyeblinking to realize that The Slanted Door did not regard my penis as a bathroom Fast Pass. There was no dedicated mens room! I slunk to the back of the line. One of the women smirked at me as I shuffled past her.

As I stood in line, I saw an attendant standing at the end of the six foot long common sink. He appeared ready to wipe up any stray hand-washing spashes but mostly he stood there watching people go in and out of the unisex toilet rooms. Every once in a while, after someone would exit, he'd pop into the bathroom to see if it was still clean. It wasn't obvious to me how he decided which people to check up after. I figured he was probably pretty good at spotting the slobs.

After I got my big chance to use the potty, I was slightly traumatized to see that the attendant checked up after me. Me? I'm a very tidy pisser! I don't pee on the seat. I don't dribble my urine around. I was even nicely dressed. It made me remorseful that I had correctly aimed my urine.

Anyway, the rest of lunch finished trauma-free. Hank's new relatives seemed very nice. As we left the restaurant, with the entire clan in easy ear-shot, I asked Daisy, "So, kid, what do you think of your new family members? Thumbs up or down?"

I like to set Daisy up with nice fat pitches, slow and right over the middle of the plate. I knew her response would endear her to these folks.

"Thumbs all around," Daisy replied cryptically.

"Well," said one of Hank's relatives, "That's certainly a very....uh.... political answer."

Daisy for President.

16 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well let's see, she'd qualify by 2034 , but that's a mid-term year. So 2036.

However my money's on us not having a functioning nation state under the same Consitution by then. I, for one, shall welcome our new insect overlords.

--Pablo

Mike said...

Pablo, insects, eh? They couldn't do much worse.

patsy said...

unsex restroom, which we don't have in north west ar. i went to wal-mart a few years ago and developed a need for the rest room, as many my age do, went rushing in and went into a stall. was wearing my black slacks and red blouse and carrying my new red purse. the rest room was empthy when i went in but when i came out there was a man standing with his back to me in front of this long white thing. having been married for 35 years i knew from his stance he was relieving his bladder. i had entered the mens room because i was in a hurry. i decided that i would shop another day when the gentleman was some where else.

Anonymous said...

Yep, Zelda here and having not been identified for the last few posts, well, I am postless. So, I'm happy that you guys are getting a taste of the waiting in line thing. I spent the weekend so far in the woods, the nearest store was over 35 miles and probably further. It was great. Found some cool rocks and one really mean assed bear, but he was on the other side of the water. He kept looking at us and raising his paws and swining, I think he was warning us but Mr. Zelda, being a city boy, said, maybe he has bees swarming him. Yeah, that's it, bees, they are swarming and stinging him, it has nothing to do with us. So glad he didn't swim across the river.

Anonymous said...

talk about parallel lives, Mike...not only did me and the Mr eat in San Francisco last night, we peed there, too. It gets stranger. As I pointed out to a pair of feet in the stall next to me, seconds after a face-to-face encounter with a human of the penis kind, I had NEVER in my 48 years of public toileting,,,EVER walked into the wrong restroom...hey, I don't normally strike up conversation with neighboring feet, but she told me she liked my shoes. Annie

Mike said...

Patsy, you could see his long white thing even from the back? Impressive.

Zelda, "It was great." ?? I thought you hated camping!

Annie, I'm no longer interested in deflowering your new toilet. I like my privacy.

Anonymous said...

I just reread my anonymous post and see i left out a vital part...the vital organ I accidentally witnessed seconds before I talked to the feet...i meant to say i told her that it was the first time i'd stumbled into the wrong restroom. Dessert was tough as I scanned the restaurant trying to put a face to the shoes and a face to the vital organ...

Anonymous said...

oh, geez...this is part of why i don't blog...comprehension issues...i DID make clear that i stumbled in to the wrong restroom first time....ugh...sorry for the unnecessary back-up....are there fines for this kind of stuff?

Mike said...

Annie, I got it the first time. It's not entirely clear whether or not you saw an actual penis in your illicit journey, but the rest was decipherable (barely).

patsy said...

now mike did i mention the color white?

Anonymous said...

Oh dear Cricket, I don't camp. We have a friend who is retired and lives in those parts and she has a trailer that is fixed up just for me. Where she lives is rich in fossils and Native American artifacts, so when I go, I go for a couple of days and it always pays off. I don't mind the hiking or the cooking out, but the sleeping in the wild, a little too extreme for this old diva. Zelda

Mike said...

Hi Patsy, yes, you did.

Zelda, ah, that sounds like the way to go.

Will said...

Sad thing is we can't comment on non-beta blogs either.

Mike said...

Will, yeah, that's completely annoying! Did I miss that part of the Beta sign-up page where they told us how migrating to beta was going to destroy our ability to normally interact in the blogosphere? Must have been in the EULA.

Tasty said...

I KNEW I loved that Daisy. Smart girl.

Mike said...

Tasty, wily for sure.