Batting Streak

I picked up a Starbucks Frapp bottle today at a little corner store. While checking out the clerk grabbed the bottle to check the date. I thanked him because it didn't cross my mind that a it could be expired as it was only a tiny little store. He said that he always checks the expiration dates on products for his customers because "people in America get sick." He went on to explain that in his homeland (India), people are much stronger. He said that the temperature in Cincinnati today was 82 F and we all run into our air conditioned stores, homes, public trans, or personal automobiles, while Middle Easterners are in constant 95+ degree weather. Middle Easterners don't have expiration dates on products because their bodies are conditioned to be stronger and they don't need the printed dates. I was about to petition the existence and reasoning for the FDA but decided to leave well enough alone and said, "well thank you for preventing any expiration related illness." I must admit, there's some truth in what he had to say, but I'll gladly accept any weakness I've enabled due to the FDA and air conditioning over the alternative.

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So it's after 11:30P, you text me (and you're not bff, miss b.o.s., or my mother)...

         I'm not answering.

Maybe I'm becoming an old liner OR have been simply oversaturated by the late night prosaic and pointless SMS. If I am expecting to hear from someone who is previously/regularly busy later in the evening, late night texts are perfectly acceptable. But the random receipts of "How are you" or "What are you doing?" at 1:00AM are no longer welcomed on this line. These days my friends and I just laugh at the silly texters making fun of the inane "What are you up to?" messages that pop up around midnight or after...

           Dbag: (1:12 AM)- "What are you up to later?"

...Later? Really? Oh, you know me, going for a stroll and running a few errands around 3:00 AM...

I'm not being naive. I know the meaning of these text messages. But the late night offenders know the pursuit is futile and I am left to blog in jest. 

In the words of Mary Tyler Moore, " I hope I didn't mess up a batting streak..."

Muah.