blag on

So certain people who shall remain nameless have been trying to get me to blog more often. I've been resisting for a number of reasons:

- I mostly post boring things about my day and the same people who would read it already know it. And would you really enjoy reading something you've already experienced once, just from another viewpoint? that's hardly high literature, or interesting, or worth your time, it is? Oh, wait, some of you would...

- I haven't been doing anything interesting lately. I don't think I've drawn anything new since my icon; I'm just working. And that's what I'd write about. Boring, right?

- They normally say this while laughing, so I'm not sure how serious they are. ?

Well, here I am, blagging.

So yesterday at work I'm trundling along doing my thing until this one stayover room at half-twelve. I knock on the door--it's certainly late enough--and this huge giant of a black man, at least six foot three, answers the door.

Sans pants.

I'm very very proud that I managed to plaster on a smile and say "Do you require any fresh towels?" with perfect waitstaff politeness. A flawless recovery! And it only took, oh, five seconds or so!

The best part is that he came out of his room later (fully dressed) and started chatting. "What's there to do in this town? I'm stuck here for a few days," he says, as nonchalantly as if a young girl half his size did not just see him half-naked. Yes, well, kudos to you for recovery points, too.

On that note, what is there to do? I don't know, I'm not a tourist. I suggested the casinos, shopping downtown, and also that if it weren't raining he could choose the popular recreation of the bay ("Is that....it that like, the beach?" he asked) or golf. Dear God. And while I'm desperately trying to come up with tourist-y things to do my brain keeps piping, Why did you answer the door without pants on?!

And then in one of my checkouts I found one of those Indiana Jones Burger King Scratch-and-Win things for a free Whopper Jr. It was a great day.