See this here picture?  I take no credit for the ‘shop work.  I’d like to give credit to the person who did the ‘shop work, but I can’t find the original.  Honestly, I put about 12 seconds into looking for the original.  But if the internet has taught me anything, it’s that if you can’t find it on the internet in 12 seconds, it’s not worth finding. This isn’t about that picture ,directly, anyway.  This is about me waiting with my daughter in the room at her doctor’s office that has been built specifically for waiting.  We were there for some time.  While we were there we got talking about Justin Bieber and how she does not feel he is treated fairly. This waiting room was not large.  It was small.  And it was very, very quiet. There were other people in the room and due to the size of the room, they were sitting quite close to us. People came and went in the time we were in the waiting room.  During the particular moment in time when I was talking to my daughter about Justin Bieber, there were only Spanish people, speaking only Spanish, in the room with us. A Spanish speaking father person was sitting directly to my left.  Was sitting directly to my left when I told my daughter about the above picture.  When I told my daughter about the Justin Beaner picture. Then, immediately went into a small spasm of over-explanation where I must have said the words Mr. Bean… I don’t know.  I already used the vague estimate thing with the 12 seconds bit at the beginning of this.  I know I said it more times than I ever would have said it had I not found myself in that circumstance.  “You know… Mr. Bean?”  ”We saw that movie, Mr. Bean?”  ”He’s the English guy who doesn’t say a lot and his name is Mr. Bean!”  ”Mr. BEAN was the reason why I even said bean at all and it was combined with Bieber and I was supposed to say BeanBer but I forgot the other B!” Most of that was in my head. The Spanish father guy moved away from me.  Also in my head is the understanding that he moved away from me for being a sickening bigot.  But perhaps it was B.O. Man, I hope I stink.

See this here picture?  I take no credit for the ‘shop work.  I’d like to give credit to the person who did the ‘shop work, but I can’t find the original.  Honestly, I put about 12 seconds into looking for the original.  But if the internet has taught me anything, it’s that if you can’t find it on the internet in 12 seconds, it’s not worth finding.

This isn’t about that picture ,directly, anyway.  This is about me waiting with my daughter in the room at her doctor’s office that has been built specifically for waiting.  We were there for some time.  While we were there we got talking about Justin Bieber and how she does not feel he is treated fairly.

This waiting room was not large.  It was small.  And it was very, very quiet. There were other people in the room and due to the size of the room, they were sitting quite close to us.

People came and went in the time we were in the waiting room.  During the particular moment in time when I was talking to my daughter about Justin Bieber, there were only Spanish people, speaking only Spanish, in the room with us.

A Spanish speaking father person was sitting directly to my left.  Was sitting directly to my left when I told my daughter about the above picture.  When I told my daughter about the Justin Beaner picture.

Then, immediately went into a small spasm of over-explanation where I must have said the words Mr. Bean… I don’t know.  I already used the vague estimate thing with the 12 seconds bit at the beginning of this.  I know I said it more times than I ever would have said it had I not found myself in that circumstance. 

“You know… Mr. Bean?”  ”We saw that movie, Mr. Bean?”  ”He’s the English guy who doesn’t say a lot and his name is Mr. Bean!”  ”Mr. BEAN was the reason why I even said bean at all and it was combined with Bieber and I was supposed to say BeanBer but I forgot the other B!”

Most of that was in my head.

The Spanish father guy moved away from me.  Also in my head is the understanding that he moved away from me for being a sickening bigot.  But perhaps it was B.O.

Man, I hope I stink.

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