Or something like that.

May 31, 2015 ~ My wife and I have had tickets for Phantom of the Opera at Gammage Auditorium since my birthday (a present you know), and so as beat as I am we left her house (hahahahah) at about 11:20 for a 1:00 p.m. curtain call. If you get their early enough – you are guaranteed a parking spot nearby.

I am now fully packed for my uh – ‘fishing trip‘ – yeah – that’s what I call it, so we were easy breezy, except that I had not been to Gammage in some years, so it took a bit of driving around the May pole to remember where it was. We made it in time for a great parking spot – but too early to be seated – that would be another 20 minutes or so – and God – I am tired…

As usual, the wife had to go to the ladies room and luckily there was one just feet away from inside the doors. I got stuck sandwiched between two old, obese show-goers who stunk like 5 gallons of cheap perfume.

Five minutes later – it’s my turn, but I have to go up the stairs the the mezzanine level get to the Men’s Room. “Made it Ma – Top of the world.” I passed up probably seventy five women waiting in line to “powder their nose” – or whatever they do – and me? – right into the place I needed to be. No fuss! No muss! No waiting! – and that is when it all hit me…

What in the hell do these ‘guys’ want to have sex change operations for anyway? So they can stand in line for twenty minutes to take a pee?

Have a good life Jenner.

I’d rather be ‘fishin’!‘

Without Apology I am leaving in the morning.

PS: The day after this article published, Bruce Jenner announced that he was going to have a sex-change!