My boss has a gift for us as an office for next week. He wants to close the store and take us all out together. Food will be provided. Best of all, we get credit for working while doing something fun. He has tickets to a local event. He was nearly bursting at the seams with excitement about this outing.

Ok, so I got all excited about this mysterious event. I finally pried it out of him...... a baseball game. What. The. Heck. You're kidding, right? It sounds like punishment Honestly, I can think of several things I'd rather be doing.... root canal, swim through a cess pool, stick needles in my eye! Anything but sit 2-3 hours through a baseball game!

So.... while everyone goes to a game at 6:00, I get to work from 9-6...... and then stay to keep the office open til 9. Yes, the 12 hour day sounds like more fun than going to a baseball game. You could not pay me enough money to entice me to a game. I told my boss how miserable I'd be. The noise, the crowd, the heat, the food (hot dogs are evil burp machines while funnel cakes are gifts from God, and not allowed on my "diet", which makes them an unfair tease). I told him I'd be absolutely miserable and would have no problem sharing my misery. So he said to stay at work. I said "okie dokie -- DEAL!" He looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. Who would choose to stay at work insted of having fun at a ball game? Me! that's who!


SURELY I can't be the only weirdo to think America's favorite pastime is a big-ole bore.