Doko Desu Ka?!
I don't really know what's worse: being somehow unable to locate not one, but two (count them: TWO) inanimate, unmoving, cemented-into-the-damned-building student overpasses at the University of Waterloo; or alternately, finding absolutely no moral support from my wife at all, who just giggled at my helplessness.
She's currently sitting behind me, reading this and sticking her tongue out at me. Though whether it's because she's being childish over my bemoaning of her endearing support (and notable lack thereof), or mocking me because I have the navigational skills of a dead, blind mole rat.
And after reading that last paragraph, she's currently sitting behind me with a no doubt indignant look on her face as she wallops me on the head with a pillow.
The night just isn't going in my favour.
(Mel adds somewhat caustically that, "Well it could have, but you just said "no" to sex in that part of the University's deserted and under-construction section of the Physical Mechanics building.")
And that just earned me another beating with the pillow.
Apparently, it's counter-productive to mention such things in this little bit of nowhere.
And just for mentioning the obvious in that last sentence, Mel decided I hadn't been injured enough and is currently and repeatedly pummeling me with that aforementioned pillow.
I mean, it's not like I set out to get lost in trying to find either of those two overpasses. It looked so easy to find them when we were on the outside of the buildings. They were right there! But nooooo...you get indoors and while you get to see a lot of neat mechanical shops, you can't find a single, bloody,
well it has to be here somewhere as it's not trying to sneak away from us! walkway. Not to mention there was also a blatantly obvious staircase that could have led us right into both walkways, but I somehow failed to find that too.
Apparently there's a piece of metallic something-or-other inside or near each person's nasal cavity, and that helps give us some sense and semblance of direction. I'm strongly beginning to suspect that my metallic something-or-other was switched with styrofoam. Or else the material those super bouncy balls are made from.
Stupid overpasses...why is it that all the inanimate objects can get the better of me?!
Today's Lesson: mentioning or even inferring to your wife's libido online can be hazardous to your health.
(Ow...there goes the pillow again.)
posted by Phillip at 6:47 PM
