Wednesday, November 19, 2008
( 12:08 AM ) teahouse
Today was a really bad day.
At work I had to spend 3 hours mediating a catfight between two secretaries. Both were crying and yelling at each other.
I spent another hour on the phone with my insurance company, dealing with a surly woman who couldn't explain to me why a recent claim had been denied.
Then I went to tae kwon do after work, and got punched in the right breast while sparring with an over-eager guy during class. Talk about the PAIN!
But the whole day looked brighter when I was walking home after class and got a good laugh.
As I crossed 72nd St, a huge black SUV came roaring up the block and to a screeching halt in front of me.
Four tough looking men jumped out. Each of them had huge bulging biceps, dark glasses looked like a person who could kick the crap out of anybody. They looked like a cross between Secret Service agents and dance club bouncers.
I jumped back to let them rush past me.
As they ran past, I heard one of them exclaim, "Man, I'm so glad we're stopping for Pinkberry!"
The others grunted in assent, and the entire group hurried into the store. #