Biceps in Time

It's 7:34pm. What am I doin' here??

I'm back in the office again, after having worked out at the gym. Several colleagues are also still in the building working.  You know, some people just don't like to go home!

But I'm not one of them! I like going home; I really do! But I'm one of that cadre in the American workforce called the "distance commuter" ... woohoo! We live our lives on the road! ... getting ready to get on the road! being on the road, ... getting off the road! ... and recovering from having been on the road!

Our internal clocks are finely honed, and our internal compasses point forever to, well, "any place but here"!

Oh, no, we don't grow grass under our feet! We're forever gassing up our cars, stepping in gas puddles, looking for parking, and then running short cuts across lawns, late for early morning appointments.

We're also skilled and perennial negotiators and coordinators. We constantly negotiate time, and car coordination.

So why am I still at work? Let's just say that I had a lapse in my negotiation strategy. 

I'm waiting for my wife to pick me up for our commute home. She has to work a “work event” this evening. This means that she has the car, which means that I have lots of idle time and solitude on my hands.

But, I'm feeling good. My body's awake from my work out, and I am "buff" (For our foreign visitors, that's American slang for my muscles being all "pumped up", and "inflated" in size!! According my dictionary, "to be in the state of buffness". You get the picture.) 

Unfortunately, there isn't anyone around here to impress with my buffocity. Hmmm, I'll take a walk down to Starbucks for a coffee. If I suck in my gut (For our foreign visitors, that's American slang for, oh never mind...) and flex my arms, maybe someone'll notice my buff biceps before they deflate.

Where idle time abounds, there ego abounds all the more!

Joe