self esteem & the fat kid take the back seat

Candid camera should be following me around today. Maybe they are? I'm covered in Diet Coke at the moment, much to the amusement of the fellas in the airport lounge. "Shake it, shake it up" is playing on the radio. Quite appropriate. Anyhow, there's a flight delay at the moment, and since I'm the guy who does everything that someone else has panned off, which I myself couldn't find someone else to pan off on, it is I who shall be setting up a munchie cart. Airline peanuts, pretzels and Coke, things that if they were patient, they'd be eating on the plane in 30 minutes and griping about. Oh well. As I was tidying up the cart for presentation, two Diet Cokes fell from the cart - exploding and spraying everywhere, mostly on me. I can still hear dude laughing outside my office.

If that wasn't enough, the cheese dispenser at the Sbarro is mocking. Pointing it's finger at me, laughing at the sight of my body flopping and jiggling as I try and shake a bit of pepper, oregano and ramano atop my slice.