TOO MUCH TO DO AND A NAKED GUY IN A COFFEE SHOP

There is a lot of work to do yet before I’ll be caught up. I still have a notebook full of notes from the trip that I have yet to decipher and expand upon. Not to mention lots of things on the home front to-do list.

Isn’t it amazing how the pace of life can be so unrelenting. After checking out of the normal day to day routine to go overseas for nearly two weeks, the demands of the day wasted no time swelling up like a wave and crashing down on top of me. What happened to the task list while I was gone? It got along without having me to bully for 12 days. It seems it could get along without me now that I’m back. But no.

The radio show is always full of its demands but I don’t have any real complaints there. It is what I do and so the preparation must be done. And I have to be honest in admitting that most of the rest of the things I have to do are things I signed on for so who can I blame for that?

And what am I doing now? I’m sitting in a coffee shop about twenty minutes drive from my house pecking away at the Mac as my espresso gets cold.

So I admit it. I’m slacking off. It doesn’t help get the work done but I excuse it by telling myself I am still working off the jet lag. I can work longer tomorrow. I have about 20 phone calls to make but those can wait as well. I’m not “networking” this afternoon I’m “notworking.” I’m letting opportunity open its own darn door. I’m de-nosing the grindstone for a few hours.

After the show today I was writing stories for tomorrow when I came across the story of a guy in Bend, Oregon, who is in trouble for what he did at a coffee shop. Twice. He forgot his pants. Walked into the place naked from the waist down. He said he just wanted to see what it felt like. Imagine looking up from your mocha frappuccino to see some guy standing in line with his private parts exposed.

Also saw, on the Associated Press newswire, a story of some thieves who broke into a bank in Malaysia early the other morning, wrapped some ropes around an ATM, tied the other ends to a car, and pulled the machine right out of the wall. Problem was, the machine they ripped out of the wall was not an ATM. Kinda looked like one, but it was actually simply the box where people deposit checks. The police got there about the time the men opened the box and found only checks. No cash.

And, finally, there is this… Police in Italy came to Mario Rivera’s house to question him about a drug ring they thought he might be connected with. Officers looking around Mario’s place quickly found cocaine hidden in a shampoo bottle. The reason they found it quickly? Mario is bald.

Sometimes the show writes itself.