"Whatever doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger." This is obviously nonsense or our race would be a bunch of superhumans by now. Even if you assume most people haven’t staved off serious physical attacks to warrant unnatural strength, there’s always TV. And here I mean the US would be a nation of people with X-ray vision or something. I mean, have you ever seen daytime TV? Now that’s painful. Especially those talk shows. Eyes were not meant to look directly at some of those people.

Already limping, I got lost after Hole 2. Which is bad because the terrain was hilly. By about Hole 10, I was reduced to hopping along on one foot. Luckily this place only had 13 holes (odd, I know). I didn’t do well, but I didn’t care; I did what I set out to do. Back in the care and down to Loudon. Now I check into the hotel. Room not ready. Ugh. So I go get lunch and eat. Still not ready. Foot hurting and I’m stinking, I just want a shower. Finally. And then I’m out the door to the office.

Worse than having a bum foot? Being short with a bum foot. Trying to keep up with tall folks walking with good legs is already a struggle. I did manage to make my rounds (doing whatever it is I do – "What is Chandler’s job?"). I even got to ride the Gator around for the outside tour. All in all, actually informative sessions. If I ever leave here, there’s plenty of opportunity for me there, just don’t know if I’d want it.

So I’m free for the rest of the day, what to do? More hobbling disc golf of course. It’s like I’m stupid or something. So I finally find the place and it’s a little crowded. So I play with this 30-something married couple. Nice people. The course was short, but not necessarily easy. Lots of trees (but not retarded), clean, marked, varying altitudes. Fun enough, but used my putter from the tee most of the time, only 2 holes could you rip one.

Did manage to avoid the one water hazard (there were guys ‘fishing’ in there for discs), but stuck one in a tree (got it back). Pain increased as the game progressed, but only a 9-hole course, so not too bad. Still early, but too tired and sore to play again, I said my good-byes to the nice folks and got back in the car. The one good thing about the city not being too big, is that most things are on one or two streets. This reduces the chances of me getting lost. Not eliminates mind you, just reduces.

To add to the fun, the city apparently decided no payphones should have phone books. I don’t mean all the phones had the books stolen, they were never there to begin with. So what better to do when it hurts to walk? Go shopping of course. Yeah, that was pretty stupid. Like a bad artist doing reflective art, I say my counterpart in the mall. He was about 70, lean, haggard and walking like a retard. He had an excuse, I was a retard.

But at least being crippled gets women to look at me, so I guess it all evens out, lol. And I actually managed to buy 2 shirts (still on Dad’s day sale). I don’t even know if I like them, I just bought them anyway. Ugh. Good thing they had benches. I couldn’t get too far without them. Whew. Just then, things started to perk up. Quite a few women were walking towards me, and for once, not looking away. Some even seemed to be starring. A few smiles even. Finally I turned around and saw the candy store. Oh well.

So after enduring the crippled mall hike, I was hungry, and bored. So I decided to visit the old stand by, Hooters. Actually I must have been in pain, because I wasn’t enjoying the scenery there nearly enough. But it sure beat McDonald’s and I had absolutely nothing better to do. I left there, and promptly got lost on the way back. I finally made it to the hotel, where I couldn’t get to sleep.

Start the day off early, which is always bad. Foot feeling better though. So now I go on the plant tour. Towards the end, I was trying to flag down one of the forklift drivers for a ride (and not just because she was cute). Not having the proper shoes (steel toes), I had to wear these protective coverings. Hard green half shells, that may you sound like a Clydesdale (in my case, one who needed to be shot).

I make it out alive and on time. So now I’m switching flights again (you guessed it, in Charlotte). The last thing I need is to have to cross the entire airport to catch a connection without stopping. I tried to dive for one of those Gator-like vehicles, but he was too fast for me. I finally make it home, eat, unpack, and off to the Jaycee after meeting. Again with the walking. No parking nearby, so I’m down the street. Special event, walk around other side. Ugh. But all ended up fairly well and I survived. Such that Wednesday I didn’t feel like doing much at work. Instead, I went off on a wild goose chase about the statistics of single men to single women here in Raleigh. 2 men to every 1 woman.