Ol' Rickets Magoo
I woke up a little early today to leave some extra time to get prepared for my first day as a legal intern. By "get prepared" I mean taking a 20 minute crap and then 2 minutes rushing around trying to get all my stuff together and get out the door. The office is pretty close so I can walk to work. This is great in theory, but as I enjoyed a nice sunny morning wading through Folklife garbage in Seattle Center, a problem appeared. As I walked, all the fecal matter that didn't come out earlier gradually worked its way down to my lower colon. I started sweating and my gait became irregular. I was walking like these kids up there never will. . .like a guy with polio. Was I going to have to take a shit in the office in my first minute at work? No way, I decided to swallow it up and wait until it either (a) absorbed back into my body, (b) could be released at a more appropriate time and place, or (c) Shawshanked its way out of my digestive track to fecal freedom. So, what happened? How about (d) all of the above. I'm sure some of it is floating around in the veins in my arm right now. At lunch I took a brief dump in Fischer Plaza that was completely unsatisfying due to the weird old Asian guy giving himself a spongebath with paper towels in the sink. Also, I was turtle-heading all day and some probably broke off in my drawers.
In other news, the two other interns I trained with are pretty cool dudes. One said he was a Sig Ep at UW before they turned into "a homo house." The other guy just laughs at everything, which is fine by me, I love having guys like that around. However, I found that I would not be working with these fellas, but instead would be teamed up with the other intern. I go downstairs to meet the intern and instantly have to swallow my own bile. Not only is the other intern from Gonzaga but she is also a redhead. (Also known as "Gwah" according to some guy from England who Kowalksi met.) Beelzebub himself could not have crafted a more vile being. I plug my nose with one hand and shake her hoof with the other while contemplating just turning around and running home.
After I become accustomed to the stench, I find out she is a really nice person and pretty cute for a redhead. I actually asked her if she was in the movie "Little Monsters" with Fred Savage and Howie Mandel. She looks just like that girl in that movie. I later told the other dudes that she had "a nice pair of gams" but they didn't know what I was talking about. (sidenote: I think only redheads can have gams, it's genetic like their freakish hair color.) (sidenote II: I should probably quit using slang from the 30's around people I just met. It makes me look like a Pally just trying to get some lettuce by getting togged to the bricks.)