Last night while I was at the gym, I saw a woman on a treadmill gazing transfixed at one of the myriad ceiling-mounted televisions with one of the most rapt expressions I’ve ever seen on a human face. Curious to see what she watching, I sleuthily glanced in the mirror and discovered it was, lo and behold, CNN election coverage. Well, color me pleasantly surprised!
Thing is, I glanced over a few minutes later and the station had switched to ads – itch cream, station wagons, weed killer. Same damn expression. Barely even blinking.
This woman was either an actual zombie, or really itchy. I don’t know. But here’s one reason she should be more interested in the democratic process than her rhododendrons — unemployment just hit a two-year high.
Can’t stave that itch off with no snake oil, lady.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
The Eight-Year Itch
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3 comments:
I do that. I rather watch/stare at the shiny box than stare for too long at the lady with the thong leotard and tights bench pressing. Have you seen her? Scary.
I made the mistake today of actually thinking about politics in our country. I was mad as hell for hours. I'll keep my rant to myself. Must.. turn... brain..off. Go to happy place.
Worse: Leopard Thong or Housing Crisis? Talk amongst yourselves.
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