While in the train station trying to get around two women waddling to work this morning I overheard the following conversation:
Waddle 1: Did you see Oprah yesterday?
Waddle 2: Yeah…
Waddle 1: So powerful… I was in tears.
Waddle 2: I know... I had to call my chiropractor and tell them I couldn’t come in until the show was over.
I have no idea what Oprah was about yesterday. I have no desire to know what Oprah was about yesterday. I hope that the next time Waddle 2 needs medical care that her doctor tells her that he can't treat her until the football game is over. And maybe you wouldn't need a chiropractor if you put down the bon-bons, got off the couch and walked around the block instead of watching Oprah. Oh, and the stroll you take to work directly in front of me during rush hour while yapping about daytime television does not qualify as exercise.
Perhaps I should consider some meditation on the train ride in each morning....