# 24

So I got a new receptionist. Hopefully this one will last a little longer than the others have lasted. Actually this is my first male receptionist and I am finding the change refreshing. I can now walk back into the back rooms and take off my shirt and not worry if the receptionist will walk in and see me. To tell you the truth I got quite tired of being walked in on while I was changing my clothes. Now we can both run around in our underwear and no one will be the wiser! Weeeeee!
Anyway I came in to the office the other morning and “Freddy” (all these name changes are starting to become a huge hassle) the receptionist, was reading a magazine. I stopped by the desk to see what he was looking at and noticed a guy in a little white t-shirt. I then stated “Man, that guy has really skinny arms.” Then Freddy looked up at me with eyes wide open and mouth agape “ Gasp! That’s Britney Spears’ ex-boyfriend!”
“Wh-who?” was my reply. I guess I just am not cool any more. These “cool” have passed me by. Such was the situation when I was in Davenport last June. I had been there for a couple of days and I decided to go to the graduation of the latest class to be produced by Palmer College of Chiropractic. I remember that it was just before the ceremony and I was trying to park the car in the visitor’s parking lot. The parking attendant came running out and told me that this area was a designated parking lot for visitors only and not students. I then stated that it had been almost 10 years since I have been a student, also that I thought that traveling half way across the globe entitles me to “visitors” status and besides that I parked here yesterday. At this point he whipped out a tazor and said “Don’t get smart with me you little punk student or your gunna taste the fury of my tazor!” I then said “Ok, I’ll just move this car very far away from here then.” And so I did. So I guess that this guy really did not think I was very “cool” either. Getting ones ass almost tazored can be a crude awakening to “Un-coolness”.

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