Big Ups

I just wanted to take a moment to publicly thank the middle-aged chick with the frosted hair and the much-too-tight shorts at my gym who, from four rows of equipment over and three rows back, trekked over to my treadmill tonight and bitched at me for turning off Lou Dobbs. "I was watching that." OK, so Stephen A. Smith ain't great, but fucking hell he's quite frankly gobs better than Dobbs. And the TV is about 3 feet in front of my face, while it's about 37 feet from hers. And there are two TVs closer to her than the one right in front of me. To add insult to injury, I had to watch a subtitled Dobbs interview some dickfer from FEMA. Wonderful. Thanks again. A pox on your house, and I hope you die in a stationary bike accident.