I’m going to try to be a better blogger–last month was just flipping insane. I was trying to come up with a deep topic to write about, but I think I’ll start small by relating two conversations I had or overheard today, much in the vein of my new favorite guilty pleasure Texts From Last Night (aka: “I’m so glad I’m not that young and stupid anymore.”)
Conversation #1: in the kitchen at work. I am refilling my water glass from the cooler, and one of the grad students has sauntered in and is far more chatty than normal.
Me: “Well, you’re certainly in a good mood today.”
Him: “I just got laid.”
Me: “Oh?”
Him: “Yeah, at the gym.”
Me: “Okay, then.” <leaves>
It’s not that we’re strangers, or even that I don’t know that this particular student is gay (and a bit of a slut). However, he’s more of a person that I say hi to in the hallway (usually without breaking stride) and I don’t feel that our relationship is at a level where these things should be shared.
Also, I’ve seen what the floor in the gym locker room looks like, and I can only hope he has a really strong antibacterial soap. Possibly anti-microbial. In fact, I’m kind of hoping he didn’t touch anything in the kitchen.
Conversation #2: in the hallway. There are a number of students sitting outside of Professor K’s office because it’s getting close to finals time, and they clearly don’t have a firm grasp on whatever post-Zionist Israeli literature they’re supposed to be writing about in their term papers.
Student 1: “I think I’m going to take up smoking again.”
Seems to me the only appropriate thing to do with that comment is to blog about it.
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LOL at conversation #1…to be young and that free to tell the world your private business.
I love Texts From Last Night too…have you seen ERtards? It is all stupid stuff seen in the ER–like
“A young guy comes into the ED looking for a prostate exam at 3 am (b/c that’s an emergency). The Doc asks if he knows what it entails, to which the reply is “No”. So the Doc takes off his pager, turns it on and off and as it makes several beeping noises he runs it up and down the patient (in a Star Trek fashion) and tells him his prostate is all good! He was delighted and left!”
“I think I’m going to take up smoking again.” I think it would be appropriate to say: “Try pie instead.”