Genius of a New Generation...

        So Tuesday morning, I had a bad case of dragonass. (dragging ass... for those with difficulty reading between lines, appropriate for this post).  After slumbering my way through 2 briefings in the morning, I had just finished my lunchtime smoky treat and was mentally preparing for a hectic afternoon.  After playing elevator roulette for about 5 minutes, I finally boarded - prepared to "ascend into greatness."  Gag me with a fucking spoon.

        As we stopped on the 2nd floor, a woman and her infant in a stroller entered the elevator.  Kids freak me out when they are young, if you can't tell what sex they are.  Makes me all kinds of uncomfortable when I ask "How old is she?"  (because it has a shitload of hair for a baby), only to be corrected that it is - in fact a boy.  So I appreciate beyond explanation when people dress them in sex appropriate clothing.  That way, if I get it wrong - it's their fault anyway.

Again - I digress...  

        As they entered & maneuvered around to face the front, I looked down to see 5 letters ironed on his shirt.  You know, the homemade looking ones that came before airbrushing and tend to look crooked and easily peel.  The little t-shirt was blue (Thank GOD!) and said B-R-O-C-K.  I could tell by the fresh ironing job, that it was pretty safe to assume it wasn't a hand-me-down.  So I smiled and said politely to the mother in as congenial a manner as I could muster, "Brock - that's a cute name."

         Right about that time the elevator arrived on her floor and she began to disembark.  She looked down at him, then up at me with a smile as she began to exit and said "Yeah, I named him after the president. Obviously."

        Thank God the doors closed sooner than later because I could not contain the holy dumbass look on my face.

Named after the president.  Obviously.