Superbee's been super busy. So he steals.

Howdy 'kateers! I know, I know. I haven't been around. I'm a "busy bee." Har-har-har, shut up. Anyway, my friend Dan has his own blog. I know. Verrrry fancy. He wrote this blog, and I thought it was really, really funny. So I'm stealing his latest blog entry and pasting it here, because he had me laughing out loud.

About Dan: He is cynical, dry, hilarious and an excellent writer. He enjoys hot pockets, It's Pasta Anytime!, obsessing over things, and "situations," one of which we have, basically every day. Here is his blog link for those of you interested - be warned, he's mean to people. You think I'm bad? I'm a fuckin' saint compared to him. But he's funny, and so we read religiously.

http://journals.aol.com/uwdsr/DansBlog/

"11:17:13 AM EDT
Feeling Chillin'

What's it to you?

So this morning, I entered the elevator, armed with my $8.95 coupon, to make the monthly 4-block trek to Supercuts. Of course, the elevator stopped on the floor below me, and enter a middle-aged man. He smiled at me, as if I cared about the fact he was alive. I smirked back. He then looked at me and said, "It looks like you're heading to the beach." If only he knew. I politely replied, "No, not today," praying that would be the end of this awkwardly annoying conversation. It wasn't. He then proceeded with, "You don't work, or go to school?" Excuse me? How dare you. First of all, you don't know me. For all you know, I'm one of the 25,000 General Motors employees just laid off. Or my shift at Subway doesn't start until 4. Or I'm the bronzed mime outside of Water Tower, but it's just too hot today. Or I flunked out of Northwestern and I'm using my trust fund to live here. In any event, let me tell you one thing: whether I work, or go to school, or don't do any of the above, is of no consequence to you. Anyway, I replied, "I'm studying for the bar exam." He then stated, "so you want to be a lawyer?" No, asshole. I take the 156 to Kent every morning so I can listen to a short, fat, bald man rattle off dirty jokes and teach me nothing because I want to be a fucking astronaut. Then I got the quintessential question of, "What type of law do you want to practice?" I told him I didn't know, and he suggested that I practice entertainment law so I can "hang with celebrities." This guy really doesn't get it, does he? He's probably one of the typical Americans who thinks that every case goes to trial, and every trial gets a jury, and every lawyer is like Johnny Cochran or Mark Geragos. Moron. I told him I didn't want to do entertainment law, and I certainly didn't want to move to California. Seemingly offended, he asked where I was from, and I said Philly. He shot back, "I went to Philadelphia once and it was closed. Remember the old W.C. Fields joke?" hahahahahahahahahahahaha NOT FUNNY. Like I haven't heard that one before. Turns out he is from New York. Typical. The only people I have ever met in the world who don't like Philly are New Yorkers. Probably because Philly is just as good, but we're not assholes like you. Luckily this elevatorconversation ended briskly, and before I knew it, a mute Russian woman was cutting my hair.

By the way, what the hell is up with this weather? It's only June 8, and every day is what we used to call back in Philly the Three H's: Hazy, hot, and humid. The only difference is that in Philly, when it stormed in the afternoon, the next day was cooler. Here, when it storms in the afternoon, the next day is hotter, as if cold fronts don't exist in the midwest. If this is what the summer is going to be like, I am really dreading August.

Okay, time to study now."

Copyright, Dan R. 2005.