Mestee Blogger

Whew! That was one long, relaxing weekend. I can't remember the last time I've had that much time off to dedicate to nothing, but, as Peter Gibbons said, "It was all that I thought it could be." Speaking of which, here is some Office Space trivia, some of which is interesting, some not. Anyway, like I was saying, I had a nice time sleeping late, eating lots of turkey, and of course, doing a little cranberry sauce wrestling. I even got to see Megan Maloney, who I believe is still the only MesteeBlogger reader west of the Mississippi.
This morning, the shuttle from North Station to World Trade was a little cramped. When I got on the bus, I noticed that the three middle seats in the five-seat back row were available. This usually works out well because everyone gets their own seat, plus a seat between them and the next person, which allows for some elbow room to allow everyone to read the paper. Typically, when the shuttle is this full, the driver will close the door and put the pedal to the metal. Unfortunatley, as soon as I turned around and sat down, there was a woman right in front of me, who apparently wanted to sit in the row as well. I squished over to one side, only to realize that there was a guy behind her that wanted to sit in our row, too. I had to act quickly, and didn't have time to remove my jacket before I was squeezed tightly into my seat. The bus was now officialy a sweat box, and I was inappropriately wearing a wool jacket. Making matters worse was the guy next to me, who insisted on keeping his knees 5 feet apart from each other. It was a very uncomfortable 15 minutes (usually 10, we got caught in traffic), but I managed to make it to work without sweating too excessively, considering the circumstances.

Here's a little sports and Seinfeld for you.
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