Working Out

Earlier this last week, I observed the physical behavior of one of my co-conspirators at the auxiliary office was pretty much best classified as a hitch in his get along.

No kudos are really due to me for exhibiting a keen sense of observation though. He actually announced his ailment right before I noticed anything was wrong.

I probably wouldn’t have noticed it otherwise.

“I started working out this morning. I’m sore and I can’t stop sweating.”. A proper application of all things Seinfeld would explain the sweating to be a result of the Kung Pao Chicken. George likes his chicken spicy.

Summoning all of the empathy and concern for my coworker, I took the natural next step. “Good Lord, why would you want to do that?”

My concern wasn’t really lost on him. “Well I lost all of that weight dieting, but haven’t lost any more. I figured I have to exercise to lose anymore.”

Ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to stop right here and rant about something else. I was going to follow up with the story about how he felt a lot less stressed and had a new sense of optimism. I was going to point out that I’ve been working out 3-4 times a week since March, and that my optimism was still missing like the Iraqi weapons of mass destruction which all of the evidence stated were there, but managed to get squirreled away in Syria or somewhere else.

Instead, I’m going to talk about the letter “N”.

It’s pissing me off where Autocorrect and the virtual keyboard are concerned.

Have you ever wondered why on Wheel of Fortune during the final puzzle, they always give the contestant the letters R, S, T, L, N, & E?

I’ll tell you why. They’re the most commonly used letters in the English language.

Did you see the “N”?

Whether you’re aware of if or not (you should be, as I’ve mentioned it before), I type about 90% of these daily blogs out on my phone.

There’s an app for that.

Whenever my thumbs are flying over the keyboard on my iPhone, the letter “N” (a commonly used letter not only in the English language but also here on TharpSter.Org) tends to get confused with the space bar by my phone. As a result, Autocorrect kicks in and suggests wording and spellings which serve as 100% unassailable proof that I’m on crack.

Just for the record, if there’s going to be proof that I’m on crack out there, it’s not going to be based on the context of my writing as I entered it on a phone. Instead, it will be based on me posting pictures of super heroes here on TharpSter.Org more than once in a given week.

Working outThat last statement should be taken in no way as a foreshadowance or a hint of what will be featured in tomorrow’s post. Don’t bother looking at yesterday’s post either.

Regardless, all of this talk about the stresses of producing a daily blog from my phone is stressing me out. I should probably go work out to relieve some of the tension.

Randy Tharp

TharpSter is a husband to one woman, a father to two kids, a master to two dogs, an occasional cubical occupant, and unable to make up his mind on an adequate theme for this website.

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