Conversations at the Urinal

So I was standing at the urinal with this guy on my way to see Crash at the Student Union theater, and my cell phone started buzzing in midstream. I thought to myself, “This is the most inopportune moment to have your cell phone go off.” Then I thought how fun it would be if the guy next to me thought the same. So I said it…out loud.

I think he grinned, but that was all, for dare he laugh, snort, or utter any sound and acknowledge that the conversation is occurring, he would shatter his own illusion of solitude. So I joked to the defaced wall in front of me.

And I thought, then, that there are only two moments in time when we are absolutely helpless: When taking a piss, and taking a crap. In terms of cell phone, peeing is the worst, because both hands are occupied. When sitting on the throne, one can still (hopefully) reach his/her pants and fetch the vibrating nuisance. However, the latter brings me to the point of the day.

The only time that those mysterious Ninja Monkeys that were dispatched to kill you (I am certain everyone has come across them)…could, is when you are sitting prostrated while pushing out your daily-inner-demons within your rectangle of relief. Food for thought…or indigestion.


On a more bloggish note, life is good. Piano has served as a positive alternative to biting my nails and my right hand at least is looking sexy (if one's fingers could be sexy). And upon being rejected by all four a cappella groups at the university, I have taken to scheduling most of my extra time to go toward the rehearsal of everything else I have to do. So at least it wasn't that I didn't try, and by practicing everything else, well, it just feels good to be skilled at your major for once.
My middle-range spot had already been taken. Everyone seems to be looking for either a Tenor I or a Bass 3. Good luck with that one guys. ;)

Hope all things are peachy. Thank you for reading.

Over and Out,
Adam