Heidi Klum Dreams

Today I had a Duffesque moment. I walked into Burger King near my subject’s residence to use the facilities. First of all, I must say I never wanted to be Heidi Klum more than when I walked into the restroom and stood over the urinal. As soon I started to relieve myself, Seal began serenading me over the BK radio system. It was perfect timing, I start to feel better and then Seal’s voice all for me, at that moment I was very envious of Ms. Klum. Then another man walked in and even though he had no idea what I was thinking I felt slightly more awkward than I already did.

Now, on to the Duffness of the experience. While I completed watering the urinal the man proceeded to one of the stalls. After his grunting and situating himself onto the toilet seat(I am assuming this from the short amount of time it took) his cell phone rang. Etiquette demands you not answer your phone while on the throne. I guess no one taught this man any etiquette. He answered the phone and proceeded to talk while dropping the kids off at the pool. Now, if I could hear the logs splashing into the bowl and the strain in his voice, I would think the caller would be able to also, knowing how well most cell phones pick up periphery sounds. The worst part is this was a rather juicy variety crap, and very boisterous on its way to freedom.

I really don’t have very much tact myself in most situations, but, come on, it definitely was not that important of a call. As a matter of fact, from what I heard, through, the bowel clearing sounds, it was “How are you doing?”/”What’s up?” sort of call(yes I do make a habit of listening to peoples' converstions).

Anyhow, I am sitting here typing this in my car and hope to have something more interesting soon.

Flash to 4 hours later and nothing else interesting happened so you will just have to deal with the conversational crapper and my yearning to be a mega hot model/singer's wife. Enjoy.