Putting the power in your ogre
A large sweaty man, muscle’s bulging out of his size-too-small tank top, slides up next to you; his eyes sweep your less than perfect body in disgust. You give him a nod, and he ignores you, turning to the task at hand, “pumpeen tha ion”. You guessed it; the gym is where this hypothetical situation takes place.
So why don’t I like gyms? If the scenario above did not…
I have been places. Places far from my house. Until recently, most of those places were in the United States, and in all of them the native tongue was English (French is supposedly an official co-language in Canada, but does that really count?).
This all changed when I took my first trip outside of North America to the Old World (Europe). Being in a place where English is not…
Of late, on visits to my beloved Starbucks, I have encountered a question which I find mildly invasive. It begins when I walk up to the counter and stare up at the big board, pretending I don’t know what I’m going to order. After a few moments of supposed hesitation I rattle off a drink in perfect coffee ordering fashion. Now the awkward part, I hand my card to the…
