 Summer
is upon us, if in nothing else but name. Oh to be young and feel
the joyous rapture of the last day of school. To spend endless days
laughing and playing. The major challenge being to find new ways
of passing the day, and even more inventive ways of trying to prolong
the evenings. Alas as a grown-up I feel none of this. Somewhere
I grew up and left never never land. True I am still very immature,
but I do have adult responsibilities now. So now that I've joined the ranks of those over 30, I take my pleasure where I can find it. Today I found it in the most unexpected of areas: The urinal. In fact I found so much pleasure there that I took to drinking more than my daily allotment of water, just so that I could return again and again. Why this fascination with going pee? To be honest peeing is peeing, whether standing, sitting, swimming, or in rare cases walking. The big deal today had to do with the sudden appearance of not one, not two, but three (that's right THREE) new urinal pucks. At first I didn't notice, I'm standing there doing the deed, when I look down and there they were. One new puck is pretty cool. Two is like getting an extra target. Three? THREE? This was a deliberate challenge to me as a frequent urinator. It was a dare, I could feel it. These pucks were essentially saying I didn't have enough in me to make them go away. Apparently our maintenance guy was throwing out pucks like a beauty queen tossing candies from a float in a parade. It was my duty to try and single handedly (I could use two hands, but I didn't want to get wet) dissolve at least one of those pucks. Sadly there ain't enough pee in China to fully erode one of those little buggers, but I gave it my best shot (and a couple of my worst, but they have a mop for that stuff anyway). In the end that's all you can do. Have the courage to follow your dreams, recognize opportunity when it's knocking, and if by chance there's an extra puck to pee on, go for it. Jevster,
P.S. I'm not going to post a picture this month.
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