People are Weird

Today on the Subway into work, I realized something that I was hoping wasn't true. Every day there's this middle aged Asian man plugging away on his calculator. I was always hoping that he was playing a game, or something, anything, other than what he is doing. I peered over his shoulder as he was sitting down, and this man was just multiplying two random large numbers. He would get an answer, look at it for maybe ten seconds with a look of deep thought on his face, and then repeat the process. What in the world is going through this person's skull? Is this fun for him? He does this every day. Or at least, every time I've seen him for the last 6 months, which is quite often. What a total weirdo.

I can't imagine that this accomplishes anything productive. The man also is looks around every once in awhile to make sure no one is watching. Boy, did I fool him. I'm on to you.

In other news, the financial district has smelled funny the last couple of days as the weather is warming up. I can't put my finger on the odor, but I don't like it. I hope it's not just the smell of people dressed in suits walking around in the hot sun stinking up the joint, or I'm in for a long summer. It may also be simply the smell of all the garbage produced by the millions of people around here rotting in the heat. Please be something other than these two alternatives. Something temporary.

My weekend was enjoyable, as I managed to find a beirut game each night and then made it out into town to play pool. Although in beirut I sported a hefty winning percentage, my pool game was akin to taking a big dump on the table. Maybe next time I should play pool first, and then beirut.

Anyway, it's Tuesday and I'm ready for the weekend already. I think I have something planned maybe. Is the Belmont Stakes next Saturday? If so, I think someone asked me if I wanted to go to that. I kinda do. But, I probably won't.