I'm Already Super-Sized

I just watched that documentary “Super Size Me,” in which the filmmaker eats nothing but McDonald’s food for a month.
By the end, he had gone from 185 pounds to 210 pounds and his cholesterol level had shot up by 65 points.
While the movie is quite an eye-opener about just why obesity has become such a problem in this country, what I found most distressing was the fact that I look pretty much the way the guy did at the end of the thirty days, despite the fact that I almost never eat fast food and have been getting a pretty decent amount of regular exercise for more than a year.
*Sigh*
While at IMDb to get a link to the movie info I saw that James Doohan has died.
Doohan is most famous for his role as Damon Warwick on CBS Television’s Daytime Soap “The Bold and The Beautiful,” and apparently he was once on some science fiction show or other.
Of course I’m being a bit facetious; Doohan is most famous for the role of Scotty, as in “Beam me up,” on “Star Trek.”
He was 85.
I could make all kinds of nerdy allusions to the final frontier, warp speed, and of course the most obvious one, as metaphors for his passing, but I’ll spare you (and myself).
Today I went to the dentist, which was fun and exciting as always.
The cute little extremely skinny Asian girl who usually works the desk wasn’t there today. Instead, there was a much taller, but still extremely skinny, but also cute, Caucasian girl, whom I have seen there before a time or two, running the show.
Of course, the woman actually assisting the dentist was the older, not very attractive, and slightly bumbling woman who usually assists him.
She seems nice enough, but my dentist is always correcting her for some kind of mistake she’s made. It’s always something minor, but it just gives the impression of someone who doesn’t really know what she’s doing, almost as if it’s somehow perpetually her first day.
I know it isn’t her first day, because she’s been there at least a year, and I would assume she’s probably been doing this for a while, as she is quite a bit older than I am and being a dental assistant isn’t the sort of job people typically get into later in life.
After I was finished I went up to the desk to pay, and along with the tall skinny girl there was another girl who wasn’t quite as cute as the tall one, but was nowhere near as skinny.
And that was a good thing.
Okay, actually it was two good things.
(For those of you who are unable to pick up on subtlety, the girl had big boobs)
Unlike the older woman, it was entirely possible that this was her first day, as I’ve never seen her before and the skinny girl was giving her all kinds of instructions on how to process my payment and print out my receipt.
For my part, I was enjoying watching her lean forward to grab papers and whatnot, but was annoyed that she couldn’t have been the one in there helping the dentist out, opening up the possibility for the occasional brush of a boob against me and the presence of something worth looking at while I sat there with my mouth open and my head held still.
Not that it matters, but for the record, both the skinny girl and the not-so-skinny girl had sizeable diamonds on their fingers (so does the bumbling older lady).
Even if any of the girls working at my dentist’s office were single, though, it’s not too likely that I would have any luck with them.
I mean, lets say for the sake of argument that I’m in the waiting area and I strike up a flirtatious conversation with one of the girls working there befor going into the exam room. Everything’s going well, and I’m ready to make my move, but then she leads me back, I sit in the chair, open my mouth, and bam! Game over.
I can’t imagine any patient at a dentist’s office doing well with someone who has to spend a certain amount of time looking into his or her mouth, but I think that given what the inside of my mouth looks like the view is especially damaging to the prospect of romance.
After I left the dentist I went over to the Giant shopping plaza that’s across the street from where my dentist is located to get a haircut.
I first went inside the Giant (a grocery store for those of you unfamiliar with the company) to use the ATM, then walked over to the SuperCuts.
The detour to the ATM caused me to arrive after a woman with three kids had begun setting up haircut appointments for herself and her sons, which meant that I was going to have to wait for 20 to 30 minutes to get mine cut.
I told the girl that I would come back another time and then came home. I just didn’t feel up to hanging out and waiting for that long.
Odds are I won’t go tomorrow, either, so I guess my hair will stay long until Monday at the earliest.
Not much else is going on, but I thought it would be an interesting change of pace to post a real entry before midnight, so here I am.
I may be back later if something occurs to me.