I had a slightly amusing BS today, and as I pondered a title, I recalled a phrase we often teased each other with when I was a kid. So that might explain the title, but it could catch on, and perhaps readers will participate in sharing their own "Geek of the Week" sighting. I'll leave it there and see where the readers take it.
Today after work, driving home I needed fuel and to relieve myself. There is a Mega-Convenience store along the inter-state that I travel. The fuel prices are cheap, and the Massive Rest-rooms spotless. They have an endless array of snacks, drinks, and munchies when you are on the go. The best part, there are often a few amusing things to see while shopping as well. Today I was not denied any amusement at all.
At the urinal doing my business, I hear hurried sneaker tramping on the tile floor. Expecting it was an elementary kid, I did not turn to bother with a glance. But after I finished I saw the source was a twelver a few urinal slips away. This restroom is huge, so guys can choose any amount of casual distance they like. This kid was about 4 over, and despite being of an age almost into puberty, he showed an unusual characteristic that I wanted to share with the readers.
He was wearing a fleece top, which apparently was a bit long, as he used the approved "little boy" method of tucking a wad of shirt under his chin, leaving his hands free to dig down the pants and undies for his pisser to hang clear from fabric while wizzing. Obviously he was facing away and my observations merely included the back-side of him. Pants slightly drooping due to the front pulled down. A navy blue undie band visible, and at least two inches of grey undies riding well above the waist-line of his pants. We can assume these are the full-cut variety which Mom's buy on discount, and indiscriminate boys tug them on up just below their belly button.
I made my way to the sinks for a hand wash, but a mirror view afforded further observation of the lad. He had slightly tanned skin above the clearly displayed undie band, also he was fairly trim and lean. As he finished and rapidly tucked in. He located an anti-baterial dispenser instead of using the sinks. I could see his face clearly now through the mirror. Indeed he had glasses, a choppy short hair cut, and an elvish small face. In general he embodied the very essence of geekdom. We exited at about the same time, however he brought himself back to the plodding sneaker pace as he hurried away to go meet Mom at the Soda fountain.
I'm sure I grinned as I played the entire scene through my head. Uncoordinated quick-steps, disregard of trendy clothes or shoes, the toddler shirt trick while pissing, and an obsession for soda. That boy was pretty much like me at that same age, which was partly the reson for my grin. Young fellows come in many forms, along with a dizzying array of traits, however I think there is a bit of geekiness in all of us.