Flomax

I was listening to 60 Minutes tonight. They had a segment on Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. The short version... old farts still want the gays out... younger guys don’t have a problem with it... people like me think it’s a stupid waste of time that this is still an issue... military officials, just like our so-called President, are absolutely clueless about the issue of what it takes to be a solder, which by the way, has little to do with who you sleep with. Ok... not such a short version.

Segment ends.

Flomax commercial comes on. Kent leaves the room and on his way out says, “Bill your favorite commercial is on! Flomax!!!” I reply, “I don’t even know what the hell it is. What does it do?” He replied, “It helps you pee.” I then shared this little observation of life that I have had.

I go to the restroom, and step up to a urinal. I explain to Kent, “I take deep breathes, think of running water, Niagara Falls, and other things to encourage the current state of affairs.” While I’m doing this, some other guy in their early to mid twenties will come in and stand in the urinal next to me. He sounds like Niagara Falls. I’m thinking, “My God, how does he do that?” He finished up in about 20-30 seconds, washes his hands, and leaves the room. Meanwhile, I’m standing there still working on my little project. I get it done. It just takes a bit longer.

Do I need Flomax? Naw. Everything is relative. It takes me a bit longer, but some of my best ideas come to me while I’m relaxed and open to new ideas.