Efficient

Last night I coached baseball...and for the third game in a row, we lost the game in the opponent's final at-bat. Yeesh.

It can be so frustrating.....the temptation is to go take the ball from our pitcher and tell him "Let me do it." I may be old (like really old), but I can still throw strikes, and I can still make a curve ball move.

Well, okay, that's not actually honestly tempting, but darn it's hard when we walk so many batters in the final inning.

Then, following the game, I went to the T-mobile store in the mall. I could get a new phone if I extended my contract, which was always the deal when I signed up, so I went in to do it. Shoulda been, like, 5 minutes....they had the contract, they had the phone...print it up, let me sign it, see ya.

I had not counted on their hiring policy of giving equal opportunity to the unredeemably dim-witted and immovably slow. It took an hour -- 60 minutes -- to gather my signature on a contract that was already in their 'puter.

Then they had to make a copy of my driver's license -- I had given it to them at the beginning of the 60 minutes of insidious torture -- and by the time the ordeal was over, they had forgotten to give it back to me, and I had forgotten to ask for it.

So, in 60 minutes, I signed my name, picked up a phone, and left sans ID.

Good thing it didn't take two hours -- I'da probably left naked.