Crappy Day
Overheard in one of the cafeterias for the House of Representatives:
Congressman: [after holding forth to two aides for fifteen minutes on the gangbuster economy and why, damnit, aren't Republicans getting any credit for it?] Look, Guys, I’d like to stay and jaw with you, but I’ve got to take a shit.
First Aide: Oh, by all means…
Second Aide: Hey, if you gotta take a crap, you gotta take a crap.
Congressman: Yeah, I really got to shit. Then I’ve got a meeting with Tom and Liz.
I only hope for Tom and Liz’s sake that he washes his hands.
Perhaps there is something about power and authority that completely frees a man from all the inhibitions, not to mention good manners, carefully instilled in him by his mother, wife, society in general. Perhaps he begins to feel he can say whatever comes to mind. If he has an eye for pretty, young women, or teenage boys, he begins to think that he can satisfy that impulse, too. No repercussions.
Today was Oktoberfest in the cafeteria, so I sat there eating my beer basted brats and saurkraut, forced to imagine this leader among men sitting on the crapper, probably shitting something that looked very much like the sausage on my plate.
Fortunately, I was almost finished eating anyway. It was a good meal, too. I love kraut and brats. I know there is a book out now that offers ideas for bloggers, as well as general rules for what to blog about and what not to blog about. One rule of blogging is that no one cares what you had for lunch.
Well, maybe I just proved that rule wrong.
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Why does your blog always make me cry? Even worse, I’m not sure whether to start laughing or continue crying.
Oh well, I’ll go find my hope for our country somewhere else. (Just not sure where yet…)
Comment by Step — Thursday, 12 October 2006 @ 3:25 pm
I’d rather you laugh than cry. One thing I’ve learned in my days here in Washington is that we expect far too much of these people we elect to power. When you see them off camera, you realize just how human they really are. They aren’t nearly so bright nor as charming as we hope they are.
Anyway, to take the focus off the Congressman a bit, that makes twice in two days I’ve heard a man publicly announce his intention to defecate. Someone, preferably a woman for maximum impact, needs to take them aside and say, “Look, you’re not three years old anymore. Mommy doesn’t need to know when you got to go potty.”
Comment by Matthew — Thursday, 12 October 2006 @ 3:38 pm
Funny.
Comment by Mel B. — Friday, 13 October 2006 @ 11:12 am
Nope. The rule still stands. Sorry
Comment by Todd — Monday, 16 October 2006 @ 11:07 pm
Darn it! I want to be a rule breaker.
Comment by Matthew — Tuesday, 17 October 2006 @ 10:02 am
Maybe when you are reincarnated?
Comment by Todd — Tuesday, 17 October 2006 @ 8:20 pm