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I’m not a man who likes to do things.
Usually
I’m at my happiest when I’m sitting around the house, doing as close to nothing
as is biologically possible without crossing over into being dead.
It’s
not exciting, but considering half of the posts on this blog are about people’s
bathroom habits that annoy me, I’d say the fact that I’m not an exciting person
should’ve been abundantly clear to you by this point.
If not,
um, surprise?
Despite
my deeply-entrenched homebody tendencies, the company I work for insists on
sending me on yearly business trips to far-flung, exotic locations.
I try
to make the best of these situations and find something to do while I’m gone. I
mean, I might as well make the time away from my beloved couch go as quickly as
possible.
That
wasn’t the case at all during my first trip. That year, I flew to Pittsburgh.
No, as
far as I know, there’s no Pittsburgh, Hawaii. I went to Pittsburgh, PA.
The fun
thing about flying to Pittsburgh from my present location is that it’s about a
45 minute flight. I spent probably twice as much time lounging around the
airport, waiting to board the plane, as I actually did in the air.
And
that was literally the only fun thing about Pittsburgh. At least in my
experience. I’m sure it’s a great town, but I was totally out of my element
that year. I’d never traveled anywhere alone before and I was not comfortable
at all. I spent very nearly the entire trip locked in my hotel room.
Also,
you know, it was raining a lot and stuff, and that totally played a significant
part in my descent into the hermit life.
