Showing posts with label old people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old people. Show all posts

9.12.2011

Any other state > Florida

I just got back from California.  I visited a friend who is leaving for Italy soon, saw some family I haven’t seen in way too long, also saw a couple old high school friends, met some new people.  Good times.  Now, I’m back in Florida...shitty, shitty Florida.  Yeah, Florida has been home to me for 27 years now, doesn’t mean I have to like it.  What don’t I like about it?  I’m glad you asked...
Let’s start with the weather.  I went up to work today just to say hi since I know they missed me while I was gone (don’t any of you deny it either!) and during that 2 minute (if that) walk from my car to the door, I was sweating like a disgusting pig.  I sat on the beach for a good couple of hours in San Diego and guess what!?  Not one drop of sweat.  Take that, Florida.  I mean, the water was colder than a whore’s heart but, that’s beside the point.  It also didn’t rain the whole time I was there, which was amazing.  Now, I’m back in Florida...which means, it’s back to afternoon showers.  Or morning showers.  Or evening showers.  Or, better yet, all damn day showers.  Basically, Florida’s weather will fuck up your day in some way.  I would suggest bringing a change of clothes and deodorant wherever you go.  The heat itself isn’t so bad, it’s the humidity/heat combo that will leave you smelling like a decaying body on a summer afternoon.  Also, bring some makeup because the humidity will melt that shit right off your sun damaged face.  
Old people come to Florida to retire a.k.a. turn into zombies, die, be jerks...whatever you wanna call it.  They are all over the place, which makes for some awful driving.  I did notice some asshole-ish driving in California but, that wasn’t because the person driving was about to turn into a zombie due to being so old.  I’m pretty sure it’s because they are just assholes and, well, there’s assholes everywhere soo...who cares, right?  Yeah yeah, I know there's also old people in other states as well but, they run this shit. 
Scenery.  Florida doesn’t have it.  Yeah, there’s beaches.  What else is there? Nothing...so, I don’t think I need to say anything else about our lack of scenery. 
Food.  The food up north is BOMB.  The owner of a pizza place in Boston told me that the difference between the food up north and in Florida is the water.  Way to go, Florida.   You can’t even have decent water.  We are surrounded by water and you can’t even do that right.  
Sure, Florida is the Sunshine State.  However, before you decide to move here, just remember....we are also home to the shark bite capital of the world.  Just go back to my shark week post if you need a reminder about those bad ass bitches.  Another fun thing I have heard (may or may not be true but, it wouldn't surprise me), we are also home to one of the lightning strike capitals of the world.  
Humidity, zombie old people, sharks, and lightning.  You’re probably asking yourself why I still live here.  Well folks, I didn't CHOOSE to be born here.  When you can tell me why people CHOOSE to come here, I will tell you why I still reside in this black hole we call Florida

~Kelly

8.01.2011

Robots

I had this returning client in my chair today and I said the sometimes open ended question… “How are you?”

Her response to me (in a raspy, 85 year old smoker’s voice from Queens) was:
“Well, honey… you’re never gonna believe this.  I am in a lot of pain and moving really slow because I’m still recovering from a complete hysterectomy.  And what’s even more unfrigginbelievable is that a friggin robot did my surgery through my damn bellybutton.”  I will save you from the details she proceeded to tell me all about.  I will, in fact, be researching how to erase those said details from my memory (‘Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind’ style).

Are you kidding me?  Ok, its one thing that they are doing a shit ton of surgeries now through your (what used to be) tiny ass bellybutton, that’s great.  But you’re telling me that they are sticking a robot arm inside of your bellybutton and digging your organs out with it by use of a friggin joystick in the adjoining room??!!!! 

Do we all live in the matrix?

~Katie