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Marathon Madness

I went to the NYC marathon last week. No, not as a runner, but as a spectator. I actually had a good time, even though I can hardly think of anything less pleasant than running the marathon. At least no one died on Marathon day, that only happened the day before.

One of the reasons that I would never ever attempt to run the marathon, in addition the obvious reasons, is that when someone starts walking, everyone on the side starts cheering for them to start running again. That would probably drive me insane.

Some runners would put there names on their clothes so that the spectators would cheer for them all along the way. A woman beside me was cheering for everyone, and if someone didn't have their name on their outfit, she'd identify them by their clothes. "Go woman with the blue shorts and a red top!!!" The runners started getting annoyed. It seems that really everything about the race is unpleasant.

Jamaican me uncomfortable: Part deux

When I have a voicemail that I don't want to listen to, all subsequent voicemails get backed up while I avoid listening to my messages.

Last night, I had Beta listen to the Jamaican's message, since things were getting out of hand. She said that introduced him self as [name], from New York, which was funny. He had seen my number in his phone, and was thinking about me. The whole thing was very sad. Unfortunately for him, I'm not going to be responding. If I get another call in eleven months, I'll be okay with that.