So...i'm going to relate a story about what happened to me yesterday. Some of you will probably find this mildly amusing.

So yesterday after work, I decided to take my dog to the dog park. When i get there, a young man is sitting on a park bench by himself and he sees me. So he comes over and starts to talk to me. Well, i was first a little put off by what he was wearing, b/c he was wearing silver athletic shorts that were a little clingy in places they shouldn't have been, and a white t-shirt with a mustard stain on it. But...maybe he just came from the gym and had a hot dog on the way over or something like that. So i thought i'll talk to him b/c pretty sure i don't have any friends. So he starts talking to me, and he introduces himself and shakes my hand. He had the sissiest handshake i've ever experienced from a man. People with bad handshakes really frustrate me. So anyway, he starts talking to me, and we get on the subject of work. So i ask him what he does, and he says that he's a customer service rep for Delta Airlines. He takes care of tickets, luggage, and cleans the plane. Well, at this point (and lord i need to keep this under control) i kind of made a face and said "oh, i wouldn't want to do that" I know. Shame on me. I shouldn't judge people by their jobs and his job is just as important as mine, but lord...i couldn't help it. So he says "well, we can't all have technical jobs. But i assume that you do. Probably a degree from ITT Tech?" At this point a chuckled a little...b/c i definitely did not go to ITT Tech. But i said no...i had a bachelors in chemistry and that i worked for the State Police as a drug chemist. He said, "oh, i've been trying to get with the Fort Wayne Police Department, but they won't let you join until your 21." At this point he lifts up his sleeve to show me his lovely tattoo of the marine insignia (i think that's what it's called...the globe, anchor, and eagle) and says that he can serve in Iraq but he can't work for the police. So i asked how old he was, and he said he's 20. Hm....well...so moving on...he says to me..."I'm having a hard time getting into the police force b/c well...i don't know what the word is...i guess their just too....(wait for it...are you ready??) competicious" Yes my friends....he said...competicious. And then he says, "so...a bachelors...that takes 4 years to get right...and you left right out of high school...so i guess that makes you what...25, 26?" I kinda looked at him and said..."um...i'm 22" And he was like...oh yeah...i guess 18 and 4 is 22. He then informed me that he had the money for college and the time...just not the motivation or ambition to go. I realize college isn't for everyone...but...don't you have to have a degree to work for the Police? I'm pretty sure you do. Which is one of the reasons you have to wait until you're 21. I don't know...i could be wrong. And that pretty much summed up our conversation. But...i should have taken a hint to those clothes and headed for the hills. It only goes to prove that indeed you are what you wear. Alright...and now for all you out there who think i'm ridiculously superficial...in my own defense I'd like to say...i did try really hard to be nice to this guy and carry on a conversation...but when your intelligence is equivalent to that of a fish...it makes it very difficult to talk about anything meaningful. So that was my excitement for yesterday.