So Kelene is upset with me for "not managing her expectations" last night. I probably should not have had that last pint with Bmac and O dog on the west side. I should have made that last tube too. Damn. Getting back to Shad Thames from South Kensington by taxi a mere minute after the last tube pulls out of the station is a bit akin to seeing Drunk Suit Guy pull the hot blonde you've been checking out all night 1 minute before the pub shuts. But oh well, it was my last Thursday night of gardening leave. Next week I start the new job.
So before I commence the drive to the Isle of Wight with an upset Kelene for the long weekend, I leave you with the first installment of what will now be my weekly Friday Rumination:
There’s nothing more annoying than someone you know stopping to speak to you while you’re running the treadmill at the gym. But first you just smile and nod because you think they’re going to walk by. But when they stop, you’re now forced to remove your headphones and attempt to carry on a conversation without hyperventilating. Just when you think it’s all over and you get back to your workout, the person passes by again, again stops to talk, again you have to annoyingly take your headphones off and try to speak without wheezing. Soon you start to wonder whether pressing the person’s face against the tread while you do two miles will cause permanent damage.
Enjoy your long weekend cruel world...
- Asshole, out, 25.08.06
