Readers,

Apologies for the dearth of blog postings. Those following me either on gtalk or facebook will know that there is something in the air and with that comes little things that require my attention and pulls it from you, my dear readers. So I come here, penitent with a post or two.

Point the first:

This post has actually been stewing around my brain for awhile now. And it’s finally percolated to a foamy splash on this page. (I’d better leave that analogy before I start talked about my vente grande idea served with a biscotti of truth or something)

So this post, readers, is about something that is used everyday. At least with the male gender, I would hope. It is, the zipper.

The zipper actually orginated around 1851 when it was called an “Automatic Continuous Clothing Closure.” (Bless you Wikipedia) The reason that I mention this is that it’s been around for awhile folks. Pretty standard issue on all clothing of the pants variety.

And yet, readers, I can’t count how many times I’ll be doing my thing in the restroom and a gentleman will stand beside me and for the next 30 secs it sounds like he’s broken out a lockpick and acetlyne torch and has begun breaking into his own pants. Are people wearing utility belts a la Batman that I’m not aware of? Are chastity belts making a comeback? I am just befuddled at these occurances which have happened more than I’d like to be a part of. Of course I never say anything because that’s breaking male restroom etiquette rule #1: Absolute silence must be observed whilst in the bathroom. You got an important phone call regarding the business lunch? Save it for outside bub.

The point is this: You got a zipper, use it.

That is all.