Metro escalator attacks!

My day started out swell! I had a dentist appointment. It was pure torture. My appointment went OK but the patient next door wasn't doing too well. Mr. Dentist told her she may not be going home with all her teeth due to "insert medical language here."

Brush and floss. For God sakes, brush and floss everybody!!!

Anyway, I go home and then venture off the Van Dorn Metro to start my commute. I got my yoga mat and about 25 lbs of stuff in my backpack. I walk up the escalator and shish boom bam I bop my shin on the escalator! I screech like a banshee! The escalator has drawn blood. Thank god I feel partially on my yoga mat! Otherwise I may have had a broken wrist.

At this point I turn around and go home. And for a time I crawl under the covers.

I'm not kidding.

Escalator 1 Economist 0

The New Officemate, "Hothouse flowerus hysterius"

My normally sane officemate flipped her top today.

I guess between her new braces and her bad lunch, I knew something bad was going to happen.

We went on our 3 PM coffee break and all hell broke lose. I asked her how her lunch seminar went. I know, how could I? For Economists, this is a normal question. We often discuss boring things like lunches and who talked about what at that brownbag luncheon. However, this little Hothouse Flower took my question way too seriously. Her retort:

"What is this a test?" ......followed by "You are asking me like you are my supervisor"

Holey Moley! I don't know where that attitude came from!

I tried not to talk to her for the rest of the day. I hope she settles down and inhales a little Miracle Grow.

Miss Marple of the Airlines

Last week, my flight from Florida to DCA was anything but dull.

We kept getting delayed and delayed due to weird mechanical problems. Even the pilot announced over the intercom that we were "having a bad door day." Funny guy!

Anyway, the people in front of my were hilarious! I thought one of them died! Really!

About 45 minutes before we landed, the people in front of my pushed up over their aisle seat guy. They were really rude. Somehow the men just fell back asleep! OK so 20 minutes later, the people didn't come back. I guess they got lost in the lavatory. Scary! But anyway, the flight attendant tried to wake up the aisle seat guy! He didn't budge....I leaned over the seat a bit to see if he was still breathing. I couldn't tell. So the flight attendant got another attendant and they start nudging the guy. I am thinking Oh great, the aisle dude is dead and the people formerly in front of me killed him and are hiding in the lavatory. I should tell the flight attendant.

Luckily the guy wakes up! I thought for sure he was dead!!! The people in front don't return to their seats. Very mysterious eh?

So much for me being Ms. Marple.